<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>Platform 9 3/4<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 (Blythe), Silas (Jag)<br/><hr/><br/>The car that pulled up at the King's Cross parking wasn't that different from many others. A beat up old Ford Fiesta in a what-might-have-been-sea-green-once coat and tires that looked like they were strongly considering branching out on a career of their own by breaking away from the car at any instant. Also rather unexpectedly the girls that emerged from it, laughing, smoking, looking like they either came from an all night party or were about to start an all day one, were young, gorgeous, and dressed to trash.<br/><br/>Loveday Marley swung her long legs out of the passenger seat and pulled herself out of the low car, cigarette dangling from her lips as she winced at the brightness of the early sun. It was September, getting a bit chilly, but you wouldn't have known it to look at her. She dressed like most girls don't dare until the sun was roasting and the weather was more a sauna than a brisk chill wind, but growing up in northern England she had taken on the habits of the wilder women up there, which included dressing like she was going to a non-existent beach or club even in the dead of winter.<br/><br/>Her friends, rather more conservatively, and appropriately dressed than her still made quite the picture of young and invincible beauty. They laughed, tossing bottles in a nearby trashcan (mostly) and taking a few last hits of something decidedly not tobacco as they stepped out of the car. Loveday turned to it and raised her wand, eyed the card quizically for a moment, concentrating hard to remember the spell. A twist, a whirl, and flick "<em>Deceptio Oafusicae!</em>" She said with hung-over confidence.<br/><br/>The car vanished and where it had been a massive pothole with construction tape around it appeared. "There, see, and you was worried about your dad's -" She began confidentally to her friend when a brightly feathered toucan flew out of the pothole and landed on the tape, sqwuaking happily.<br/><br/>The girls winced, not just from the headache. "Loveday you doofus it's supposed to be<em>in</em>-conspicuous." The smart one of their group, who used five syllable words casually even when toasted sighed. "Here lemme." She stepped forward and used her own wand.<br/><br/>"<em>Urbanus Squasihicus!</em>She said primly, her proper London accent as the parking lot was suddenly a spot smaller. "There." She said. "Good for the semester." The ladies turned and walked towards the platform, just like any other set of school age women would, arm in arm, speaking unforgivable insults to each other so casually they couldn't be anything but the best of friends.<br/><br/>The girls were still trading insults with each other about their choice of clothes, men, and inability to summon fake potholes without including toucans, as they stepped onto the train. The laughter and friendship was inseparable as they walked into a compartment with nothing but the most casual of 'fuck offs' to the two first year boys who had been there who scattered, terrified, before the upperclasswomen, and set up like they owned the place. Nothing could possibly disturb it, nothing except -<br/><br/><em>"Loveday! If you're here, just know that this is an open declaration that my House's team is going to bury yours so far in the dirt that you'll have to become zombies if you ever want to rise again!"</em><br/><br/>Loveday's eyes narrowed. Her friends, none of whom played Quidditch rolled their eyes as they knew what was coming. "Easy love it's just a game." One of them taunted as their friend picked up her Hulffepuff robe and pulled it over her shoulders, not closing it of course (what self-respecting Geordie girl would do something like<em>that</em>and stalked out of the corridor. "Catch you at the castle love!" One called to her, already knowing she likely wasn't coming back.<br/><br/>Loveday strode down the corridor like she owned the train, and from the way the younger students scattered in front of her you'd think she did. Between her hard face, brazen makeup, obvious complete comfort with her own body, and lingering scent of the signs of a wonderful night out with the girls about her she was every nervous young freshman's nightmare.<br/><br/>She found where the sound had come from easily enough, the door still open after all, and walked in, hands on her hips.<br/><br/>"Your damn micey if you think that for a hot second." She said loudly to him, leaning down over his seated form. "And what would you have to say about it anyway Sir I-Get-Suspended-On-Purpose-To-Hide-From-Hufflepuff." She raised her hands and waved them mockingly as she taunted him. "Don't remember you in the sky at the big match last year. And that half-grown seeker of yours wasn't much of a cover up was he?" She stuck a finger in his face. "Dunched him right of the sky didn't I?" She reached back and mimed the motion, laughing as she remembered him screaming for his mother as he fell from his broom. "Well you remember, you were sitting right there in the stands in your pretty clothes where you belong weren't you?" She scoffed, glaring at his fine and fancy outfit.<br/><br/>Perhaps it was her agitation, but the wand tucked into the loop of her jeans jumped at that moment, purple sparks from a hex forming as she slapped at it. "Damn thing." She muttered. Her thunderbird feather wand has a reputation for going off on its own. She suddenly realized who was in the compartment with them.<br/><br/>"Oh well I shoulda known. I guess it tends to go off on its own when its around things that can't go off at all." She glared at Silas, suddenly very worried about whether she looked alright, she didn't show any sign of outward uncertainty as she glared at him.  "And what are you supposed to be? Dressed up to disappoint another girl at a costume party someplace?"<br/><br/>She glanced back and forth between them. Silas and Topher. Two of her least favorite men.<br/><br/>"You two are in my cabin." She said, sitting down opposite them, crossing one long, bare leg over the other and letting her wedge-heeled sandal dangle off her foot as she lit a cigarette. "And I just remembered it's a smoking allowed in here type." She decided as she pursed her lips and blew a large cloud of smoke at the two of them.<br/><br/>