<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>Arriving and junk<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>The Queen is Back (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t7T7_mtx3rg)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Topher Dubois (Blythe), Silas Cork (Jag)<br/><hr/><br/>Loveday sneered at Topher as he called her Lovey-Dovey. The cutesy nicknames didn't really get to her, it was more that he was talking to her at all that she found repulsive. Most people called her Love or Dayday or something like that, but as far as she was concerned Slytherin quidditch players could call her 'your Highness.' Same went for the other houses, incidentally, but they weren't talking to her right now.<br/><br/>Her sneer only got bigger as he brought up hopping on Silas's broomstick. It wasn't that it had been an unfun experience, the exact opposite in fact, it was that it was only one time. And Silas apparently hadn't meant a single damn thing he'd said the whole while.<br/><br/>But at least her cheap cigarettes were bothering him. His family probably would be caught dead before smoking a Mayfair Superking. That made her happy. Her sneer became a bit more smug as she let another huge cloud of smoke off in his face.<br/><br/>"Well first off I ain'ta chav, and second off maybe<em>I'm</em>the one whose just that much better than<em>you</em>then." She said, contrasting how she felt he quite obviously thought of her, about as primly as she ever spoke. "Since even with the tabs you ain't a match for me." She leaned back a bit more at ease now that she'd established herself here, although her hands became a lot more animated as she gestured towards Silas and then back at Topher. "And I wouldn't go near yer man's stick if he was starting for the Arrows and dipped it in gold first." A complete lie of course, but she delivered it with passion.<br/><br/>She really wished Silas would just do what any rational bloke would have done by now - admit he screwed up by not treating her right and beg her to give him a second chance. But the damn fool would rather go tripping on costume dick than have the woman who was obviously the best for him in the whole world. Well served him right! She didn't need him anyway, she lied to herself.<br/><br/>Very little of this was reflected in the glare of disdain she gave him as he spoke. Very little, but not quite nothing. She blushed and glanced away as he mentioned how she'd left the classroom, memories of how wonderful that night had been being rapidly shoved down in her mind so that she could stay angry at him. She obviously wanted to say something snappy back to him but then he asked for a cigarette.<br/><br/>He asked for a cigarette. After all the shit he'd done to her, he wanted her to show him even the tiniest little kindness? The dickless piece of shit. She should spit on him. She should slap him. She should kick him right out the damn window so hard her four inch wedge was all the way up his backside as he fell out.<br/><br/>"Yeah alright." She said, dipping her pack so one was hanging out the end as he held it to him.<br/><br/>"Guess you can't go moren a few hours without puttin somethin in your mouth and suckin it." She said, remembering to insult him after he'd taken it.<br/><br/>She glanced between the two of them. "Is that what you were gonna get up to before I walked in then?" It was clear from her tone what she thought about the two of them engaging in such things. She fixed Topher with a glare, "Now that'd make you the chav wouldnnit?" She inhaled and out through her nostrils, still huffy about the existence of both of them.