<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/c/c3/154884595671951051.jpeg/836px-154884595671951051.jpeg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong>     </td><td>Rex Steele (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14656421#msg14656421)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>YEAR:</strong>      </td><td>Slytherin | 6th Year</td></tr><tr><td><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong>     </td><td>Pureblood</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WAND:</strong>     </td><td>9” | Cedar | Dragon Heartstring | Unyielding (https://i.etsystatic.com/15750233/r/il/825775/1361751958/il_1140xN.1361751958_e3cj.jpg)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>WEARING:</strong>     </td><td>Black Suit, As Pictured | Rainbow Corgi Boxers (https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/61p4QhTJNbL._SX385_.jpg)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong>     </td><td>September 2nd, 2019 | Evening</td></tr><tr><td><strong>LOCATION:</strong>     </td><td>Hogwarts Great Hall | Slytherin Table</td></tr><tr><td><strong>CONTENT:</strong>     </td><td>Food</td></tr><tr><td><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>     </td><td>How long must you wait for it? Oh, for it (https://youtu.be/x9FGn-K2Frg)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>TAGGING:</strong>     </td><td>Dior Darley | Angela Tilbury | All Slytherins</td></tr><tr><td><strong>MENTIONING:</strong>     </td><td> - - </td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Rex glanced from Dior, an outspoken girl, to Angela, a quiet girl, then broke eye contact. He snickered quietly, scratching his beard, rubbing at Dior's kiss. "Same, yeh. If y' get<em>involuntarily</em>picked, I'll help some." He raised an eyebrow subtly before lowering it. His mouth is small as he adds, "If yah brother gets picked, I'd dee same. Dior is right. We Slytherins oughta redeem ourselves, git out of shadow, dem ancient devils. Finally..." He sips from his goblet, lowering his eyes and going silent again, not wanting to impose or influence too much. He was not very biased about Houses. There was no difference; everyone was lawful evil. In all honesty, Rex Steele was fixated on the years ahead, his career mainly. This Triwizard Tourney was the event of the year, the hot topic on everyone's minds and lips. It did not make him money or take him any closer to his dreams of owning a chain of Steele gastropubs. He could only hope to attract more customers to his family's pub in Hogsmeade, but other than business and academics, he was neither eager nor keen on anything this year. In a way, he was ambivalent about it, more amused than not.<br/><br/>However, his tie, this damned tie... Rex fiddled with it more until it was striped diagonally with all four House colors. The miserable shape, he grimaced. Why was it so oddly shaped? He half-heartedly straightened it out in silent and swift charmwork until it matched his vision. It was all right now. For now. He returned to chewing a biscuit.