<div class="floatleft">(https://s7.favim.com/orig/151101/effy-stonem-hairstyles-happiness-happy-Favim.com-3510077.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Moray Morrigan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13999176#msg13999176)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Moomin pj's t-shirt and shorts<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Moomins!</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/17/d6/d3/17d6d3b633539e41ee48975f67d440e0.jpg)</div></div><br/><strong>Blood Status:</strong>Pureblood,<br/><strong>Wand</strong>: 15 inch Beech, Kelpie hair core, rigid. There is a slight twist to the wand and one single groove curved along the wand.<br/><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin 3rd year<br/><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, September 1st ,2017,<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>Sometime into drunkenness<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Common room<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Drunkenness and irritation<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Who's that sitting on my sofa! Open<br/><hr/><br/>The first night was always the worst for Moray, she could never sleep, she was used to sleeping by herself all the noise of other people just bugged her. Instead of sleeping she had been enjoying the contents of stolen Yamazaki Mizunara whiskey, whilst reading in bed, but someone was starting to talk in their sleep. Apparently, they wanted 'Devon to stop it' then 'don't stop', she rolled her eyes, grabbing the flask, a blanket and a book she stumbled out into the common room to her normal sofa.<br/><br/>She let out a deep sigh as she walked to the sofa only to find someone was already sitting on it. She frowned. “Hello.” Moray stood there, the book under her arm, flask in one hand and the blanket pulled over her shoulder with the other.<br/><br/>“Not to be<em>entirely</em>mean, but that is my sofa.” She nodded, “There's a somewhat decent one over there...so why don't you stand up...and scooch yourself over there.” She smiled making a rise up hand gesture to the first year. “Please.” She added.<br/><br/>She liked this sofa for several reasons, one the lamp behind the arm was the best angle to read with. The draught from the dungeons circulated over this spot, making it the coolest place in the common room and thus one ever wanted to sit on it. Not to mention, when the bathroom door was open at the right angle she had a perfect view of everything in the showers.