<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Mc7q2VL.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> <strong>Loveday Marley</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14656426#msg14656426)<br/><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff, 4th <br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Halfblood<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> Poplar with Thunderbird Feather core, 12"<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Hogwarts Skirt Uniform -&gt; Drinking Outfit described below<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> September 2, 2019 | Late Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> On the way to the Hog's Head Inn<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Angry Loveday Drags Dyani to get Mahhhhtal<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> I Like You So Much Better When You're Naked (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VkVy2FeqIyc)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Dyani (Amarlo), closed but PM RedPhoenix &amp; Amarlo if you'd like to join</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>"Fuckin' prats." Loveday muttered again. This phrase had been uttered so many times that it was no longer clear who if anyone she was referring to or whether it had become a way of marking that she'd just gone another minute without punching anyone. Did she mean the foreigners who were about to invade England's magical shores (like having an American girl wasn't bad enough). Did she mean the other houses, especially Rhys (it always seemed to be especially Rhys)? Did she mean the Ministry of Magic? The founders of Hogwarts? Those who put together the Triwizard Tournament? The very forces of nature that caused it to be the current year? It was unclear.<br/><br/>"We gan Hog's Head." Was the only warning poor Dyani had gotten before she'd been yanked out of her chair by the much-stronger-than-she-looked-and-she-looked-pretty-strong Geordie witch. The two hadn't even said hello to each other this year yet, and Loveday being Loveday there hadn't been much text or social media chatter. The Slytherins hadn't even bothered to protect their own as Mama Badger swooped in and picked up her little friend. They weren't in the house of Salazar because they were dumb about what fights they picked. An invisible mark in an invisible ledger as a few made notice of a price to paid later for such rude disregard for their dark talents, but nothing Loveday gave a rat's ass about.<br/><br/>She stopped swearing long enough to hop on a broomstick and pull Dyani on behind her and kick them both off towards the town that housed the local bars and establishments. "Propa fucked up." Loveday screamed over the wind as it whipped about them, the school uniform skirt a terrible choice for this sort of thing but that didn't seem to bother the Hufflepuff witch. "We gettin' mortal." She growled. "Hope you divvin plan ta see scratcha."<br/><br/>The flight was fast, crazy, and wild. One might think Loveday had already been drinking but in fact that was just how she flew when angry. Or determined. And right now she was both although the determination was more about how much alcohol she could put in her body than how many bludgers she could knock heads off with, as was usually the case when she flew this way. The witch hopped off the broom as it came to a skidding stop in an open area designated for such things near the shady tavern and swung her leg over the stick. She glanced down at herself and sneered at her school outfit.<br/><br/>"Luparimus." She said, pointing her wand at herself. Her clothing blurred for a moment. When it stopped she was now wearing something much more suitable, in her mind at least. Her legs were in fishnets, her feet in oddly delicate looking closed-toed navy stillettos, the school skirt had turned into a leather mini, and although it looked rather sturdy it was also now was now much shorter and tighter than it had been, and the school blouse had become a baby blue tank top with a black arrow down the middle - the logo of the Appleby Arrows, Loveday's favorite team. A short leather jacket with metal studs topped it all off.<br/><br/>"Yeah alright." Loveday said giving herself a once over, accepting what the not always predictable spell had given her. There were some who considered such charms trashy (even when they were used to create less ostentatious clothing) but Loveday gave no fucks because she was poor enough that she had no alternative and knew the type of people who made that sort of judgment weren't about to ask her out for wine and cheese no matter what she did. The short skirt and mostly bare legs didn't seem to bother her. It was only September after all, Geordie girls wore such things out to pubs year round.<br/><br/>"Ya ready?" Loveday asked, finally giving any consideration to whether Dyani wanted to go with her to this shady tavern, even if it was just to see if she wanted to get magically changed before she walked in.