<div class="floatleft">(http://i857.photobucket.com/albums/ab136/mrbunnyhesayno/_Drake_1_zpse7e41e45.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://i857.photobucket.com/albums/ab136/mrbunnyhesayno/Jake_1_zps54cbb918.jpg)<br/></div><div align="center"><strong>Name ::</strong> <br/>Xavier Drake  || Jake Davis <br/><strong>Location ::</strong> Platform 9 3/4<br/><strong>House ::</strong> Ravenclaw  || Slytherin <br/><strong>Year/Titles ::</strong> <br/>5th Year / Quidditch Chaser || 5th Year / Quidditch Captain<br/><strong>Date/Time ::</strong> September 1st 1988 / 8 AM<br/><strong>What ::</strong> Let's have some fun! || New girls...Yes!  <br/>----<br/><strong>Tag ::</strong>Yeah! Finally, I've been waiting for this moment again haha! Sorry it is a bit short, wanted to get a post up and time is running short :(</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body"></div></div><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Xavier stepped out of the car seven as he finished putting away his trunk, laughing out loud at the helper who cracked a last minute joke before he stepped out. His light blue eyes scanned through the crowds of parents and children as a sigh escaped his lips while he stood in front of car seven. Expression going blank as he started to drift into his own mind, remembering why exactly this day wasn't as great as it should be for him. Vivid images of his father going crazy on his 9th birthday danced through his mind, playing back and forth as if on repeat as his breathing started to speed up and the fear inside him growing as he felt powerless like he did back then. Just as he was about to lose himself in his head, he felt a shoulder brush against him and pull him out of his own world. It took a moment for his breathing to get back in control as he shook his head a few times and turned to face the car, his hands moving up and through his nearly perfectly fixed brown hair that complimented his tan skin.<br/><br/>Turning back around, he was back to his own self again, flushing the horrible memories out of his head and remembering why he was here. To grow stronger and not let anything such as what happened to him..happen again to anybody else he cared for. A tight fitting white t-shirt hugged his chest with the words I like girls printed on the front in standard black lettering, dark blue jeans hugging his hips and black converse shoes loosely tied on his feet.<br/><br/>Snaking through the crowd, he spotted a few of his friends and gave them high-fives as he passed through them. He only stopped to talk to them for a moment though, telling them he would catch up with them later at the school grounds. A soft whistle escaped his lips as he strolled on, curious as to who else he could run in to.<br/><br/><div align="center">***</div><br/>Jake licked his lips as he walked through the crowd of parents and kids, a smirk playing across his face now as he continued to push his cart which bumped into some small first years as they tried to cross in front of him. Little brats didn't know who he was...but they would learn quickly. Veins slightly popped against his forearms giving a nice contrast against his tan skin and black long sleeve shirt that had the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. Tattered dark blue jeans with multiple holes in the knees and one on his mid-thigh hung against his hips as his black dress shoes softly tapped the concrete. Looking over, he bumped into Xavier Drake as he pushed his cart onto the luggage car and let the helper put all his luggage away.<br/><br/>Turning on his heel, he walked out into the crowd of people, a grin displayed across his face, light green eyes piercing through the crowd for a familiar face. Spotting a Quidditch teammate in the distance, he snuck up on the poor guy and threw an elbow in to his ribs as he laughed,<strong>"Got you! I'll see you in the car later."</strong>[/b] As he made his way through the crowds, weaving in and out of parents and children, bumping shoulders with multiple people of all ages to find a face he recognized, or possibly a cute girls face that he didn't.