<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ea/Loveday_Huffl_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Loveday Marley<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Open Hufflepuff Robe, Jean Shorts, Wedge Heels, White Tank Top, Visible Yellow Bra<br/><strong>Blood Status:</strong>Halfblood<br/><strong>Wand</strong>: Poplar with Thunderbird Feather core, 12"<br/><strong>House/Year</strong>: Hufflepuff 6th Year<br/><strong>Date</strong>: Sept 1st<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Train to Hogwarts<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Snappy Banter<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>Blank Spaces (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e-ORhEE9VVg)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Topher Dubois (Blythe), Silas Cork (Jag)<br/><hr/><br/>Loveday glared at Topher, every word out of his mouth pissing her off worst than the last, she leaned forward, holding her cigarette off to the side. "Call me a chav again and I'll rearrange your pretty face and you'll miss the reunion just like you miss every big game Posh Spice." She snarled at him, then leaned back and smoked angrily.<br/><br/>She huffed a little at the 'brains of a troll' comment. Did he knew she'd actually been at risk of a Troll in History of Magic for a bit there? No, he couldn't know that. Professor Brinn said he hadn't even told the Headmaster. He was just calling her stupid. So she wasn't as fancy book smart as his pretty ass. What'd that count for in the real world? Like a Dark Wizard would say 'oh well I was gonna crush yer soul but that O in Herbology really scares me' ha.<br/><br/>In response to his looking out for her health she simply took a deep drag and blew it at him again, charming the smoke as it left her mouth to wrap around his head and linger there, a trick she'd learned when she was much younger. In fact one of the first ways her magic had manifested.<br/><br/>But she really wasn't ready for Silas revealing that he knew she'd do what he wanted and made her give him a cigarette just to show that she would. She stared at him for a second, gobsmacked by his shittyness. For a moment the mighty Loveday looked like she was going to burst into tears. After a moment she remembered to breathe, then turned away from them, uncrossing her legs and recrossing them now away from Silas she pulled at her robe and hugged it to her as she sat back, looking rather more miserable than pissed off. "Prat." She muttered, fighting back the tears not to mention the growing urge to explode as she tried to compose herself.<br/>