<div class="floatleft">(http://i857.photobucket.com/albums/ab136/mrbunnyhesayno/Ivan_zpsmtcjirto.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name ::</strong>Ivan Blackwood<br/><strong>Location ::</strong>Clock Tower Court Yard<br/><strong>House ::</strong>Slytherin<br/><strong>Year/Titles ::</strong>7th Year<br/><strong>Date/Time ::</strong>Friday, September 2, 1988 at 11:45 AM<br/><strong>What ::</strong>Ivan being mean  >:)<br/><strong>Tag ::</strong>Evangeline Jenson; Open<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OCC</div><div class="spoiler_body">First post :-) Cursor over slang words for definition.</div></div><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Ivan was minding his own business in a shadowed corner of the Clock Tower Court Yard after his morning class, herbology,<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">wand spinning</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://puu.sh/hW48x/adb4f67995.gif) Imagine it's his 6 inches wand, I had to film myself doing it lol</div></div>absent-minded-ly staring at his 7th year book for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. He didn't know how Professor Jade would be, but he knew he would have preferred Professor Snape at that position, finding him pragmatic and efficient in his teaching. Only one year remaining in this damned school until he could finally leave the wizarding world behind. Then his father would leave him alone. He sighed, the year would probably be long yet again.<br/><br/>He looked to his side, noticing a bunch of students socializing. He knew most of them, and started staring at Evangeline Jenson, the yankee girl who seemed confused, looking around her, eventually dropping a knee on the ground. With that rack of hers, Ivan was surprised she could maintain her balance so steadily every day for the past years. The sun in the sky appeared to shine slightly near her eyes, like she was crying or her skin was very light. When she started screaming, Ivan winced, slightly frightened by her intensity.<em>Bloody hell, she's insane,</em>he thought.<em>What's her deal? Garoul? Isn't that her <acronym title="The buttocks or anus.">chuff</acronym>-looking dog? Oh.</em><br/><br/>Ivan took his stuff and started to walk quickly near Evangeline, smiling as he did that. The words that came out of his mouth, however, were not as charming as his pretty face.<br/><br/><strong>"He probably ran away of shame for having such a stupid name, and after hearing your pushy overprotective motherly screams of desperation, who can blame him?"</strong>Ivan spat out at Evangeline, clearly not holding down on her, even mocking her sarcastically.<strong>"Poor little witch lost her play thing, oww, so sad."</strong>