<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 was all too happy to change the subject and groaned at the mention of History of Magic. "I tell you the next little first year I hear gasping about how<em>wonderful</em>it is to learn the year the Whomping Willow got planted I'm gonna toss them outta the tower." She huffed, sounding like she may mean it literally. "And figures our luck. We'd get stuck in the class with the only Ravenclaw not worth copying off of." She glared at Silas, holding him personally responsible for not being as cheat-target-worthy as his peers.<br/><br/>"See?" She said as he announced he was going back to sleep if they talked school. "Smartest arsehole this side of a muggle and he can't be bothered to turn it on upstairs." She was rather genuinely annoyed at this. He coasted by, getting grades similar to hers, while she struggled for her lousy grades. If he put in half the effort she did he'd be twice the student. But he was just determined to be a worthless waste of space in all areas. If he'd just let a good woman take over his life and - Loveday crushed that thought as she quickly realized she was fantasying about them being a couple again. But from the sounds of things Topher had a better shot these days.<br/><br/>Her eyes glanced up and down Topher and she suddenly wondered, idly, horribly, if it would get under Silas's skin if she started dating the Slytherin instead. He wasn't really that bad looking if you didn't mind your men so wussy, she thought to herself. And clearly she didn't since she'd gone to the dance with Silas. Hmmm. She eyed him with peculiar judgment.