<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/09/Reyna3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Reyna Pietruszewski (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14201548#msg14201548)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Gray Shirt with Jeans and some sneakers (http://www3.pictures.zimbio.com/gi/Kari+Feinstein+Style+Lounge+Presented+Aruba+0gQEsaE3avql.jpg)<br/><strong>Blood Status:</strong>Pureblood<br/><strong>Wand:</strong>9" Blackthorn with Boomslang Venom<br/><strong>House | Year:</strong>Slytherin | First Year<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>Friday | September 29th, 2017 | Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Bonfire<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Light - Confused<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Fergus Sacheverell | Open<br/><hr/><br/>All week, Reyna had been rather adamant to her friends about her nonexistent intentions to attend Balor’s ridiculous bonfire. She said, in plain terms, that she would only intend if there was a sure guarantee that Balor himself would roast over the fire rather than meat or marshmallows. His ego was bloated enough without her adding to the number of attendees at his gathering.<br/><br/>Nope; her plan was to spend a quiet evening in her dorm room, a rarity, and work on her homework without the added distraction of her friends.<br/><br/>Life never goes according to plan though.<br/><br/>Somehow, someway, Renya ended up being dragged, not quite kicking and screaming but definitely sulking, out of the depths of the Slytherin common room and into the crisp, night air. At least, it was a gorgeous evening with the heavens absent of clouds and painted in a twinkling splatter of starlight.<br/><br/>“I know,” Beatrice said with an apologetic smile, “I owe you. Big time. But you are the best friend for coming with me. Khloe already left and I didn’t want to walk alone. I know it’s stupid...”<br/><br/>“It’s fine,” Renya interrupted what could become a lengthy apology with a shrug of her shoulders. As much as she loathed the idea of attending the party, Khloe’s comfort was more important than any feelings she might have towards Balor. “Let’s just make the best out of this shitfest.”<br/><br/>As they broached closer, Reyna could make out some faces in the darkness but none of them belonged to the rebellious blonde of their trio. It would not surprise her at all if Khloe had already found someone to keep her warm. Her friend was rather liberal in her displays of affection, especially with the opposite sex. To Renya’s annoyance, it brought a surplus of drama into their joined lives.<br/><br/><em>Merlin's breath!? What happened to Chip!? What did that evil woman do to him!</em><br/><br/>Renya had been about to guide Beatrice through the rowdy crowd when she heard someone’s pained cry.<br/><br/>“What in the…?” Reyna whirled around, looking for the source of the cry, when she noticed Ferdinand. No, that wasn’t right. Her nose crinkled with effort to recall the Huffepuff’s name. It was F-something.<em>Federico? Filmore? Fergus!</em>Fergus was cradling some object in his arms with quite the miserable expression.<br/><br/>“Please no.” Beatrice tightened her grip on Reyna’s arm. She could read her friend’s mind without the need for them to be spoken. However, whatever happened to Fergus could backfire on them if they intervened with someone’s idea of a joke. “He will probably head back and get help from a professor. We should REALLY mind our business.”<br/><br/>It was too late. Renya’s strength exceeded Beatrice and like a bull she was towing her reluctant friend to where the distressed boy. Only when closer did the situation become clearer.<br/><br/>“Eww,” Beatrice frowned, not a fan of rats.<br/><br/>“Something tells me you’re not upset that people aren’t impressed with your rather perfect rendering of a rat.” It probably was not the type of response Fergus was hoping for but Renya did not really have the best bedside manner. Her ability resided in solving problems not with dealing with the emotions of those who were accosted by them. “Is it still alive?”<br/><br/>