[center][h3][color=lightsteelblue]Laurel Demirci[/color][/h3][/center]
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[center][b][i]Location:[/i][/b] Great Hall
[b][i]Interactions:[/i][/b] Tadeo[/center]

A luminous set of cool green eyes settled upon the source of the voice she'd heard as she was heading for her teammates. She'd been stopped short by a young man, perhaps her age or a year younger. She gave a quick and brief assessment as he spoke to her, fairly tall but not overly so, the darker complexion matched with dark hair and eyes and an american accent made her think Mexican in decent, he spoke very good English which led her to believe that his grandparent or parents might have been from there as he seemed to not be mixed with anything else. If he was it didn't show. 

He was clearly used to impressing people and seemed rather please with himself after he finished his little speech of sorts. She pursed her full lips as she looked at him, remaining silent for a moment. "[color=lightsteelblue]There are things a lady must know before she goes to a ball with a lad she's never even met before.[/color]" Laurel was as poetic as always, though she was an athlete she was exceedingly intelligent, it was the difference from a good beater and an excellent one. 

She gestured to the table full of her friends and teammates as she looked at him, her green eyes not leaving his face. "[color=lightsteelblue]Would you dress up for a woman you've never met and then attempt to dance with someone you've never even walked with before? Any one of my teammates or even the other players would know how to walk or dance with me. You, however, haven't a clue. [/color]" His reply would tell Laurel more than enough about this boy, a Slytherin, for her to make a call on whether going to the dance with him was a good idea.