<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/e5/b4/fd/e5b4fdcf53950ca187eb25ef041cca2d.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Michael Oakes (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14703824#msg14703824)<br/><strong>YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff / 7th Year<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Muggle-Born<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 14" | Sycamore | Dragon Heartstring<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> A blue T-Shirt, A rugged jacket and combats all scratched and marked.<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 12th September, LATE evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Library, Hogwarts<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> For once studying late<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> <br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Hayley, Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Michael shook his head lightly, aiming not to be too harsh but wanting to make a point. "I know what you mean, Hayley, but don't beat yourself up before you start." He always tried to encourage her wherever he could. If he'd been a bit more useful at it it might've helped more, but he tried at least. Michael, now he was one of the older students in his house, had become something of a wholesome figure for a fair few of the younger students, blindly optimistic regardless of their woes.<br/><br/>"At least you know where you stand with an animal." He smiled. So far as he was concerned that was the thing that gave him the most trouble around people. They lied, and manipulated and stabbed each other in the back just to climb a little higher. He couldn't stand that side of people, and it never failed to give him trouble. Gossip totally passed him by. He couldn't fathom how mocking another behind their back could possibly be entertaining. "When you get kicked, bit and scratched enough you learn to roll with the mauling, I guess." He chuckled, making light of his own recklessness in the face of dangerous animals.<br/><br/>He was quite glad when the topic turned to studying, knowing he'd at least have good knowledge of the subject. He nodded when she mentioned Blast-Ended Skrewts. He had a basic understanding of them, though he had to agree they were odd. With a smile he glanced over the challenge, then launching into the input he had. "Both end's tails, there." He noted at first. "Stingers on those for the males, suckers on the females. Both dangerous though, those suckers drain blood." He noted. Some assumed the female's suckers were less dangerous, but massive amounts of blood loss begged to differ.<br/><br/>"As for the heads it's best not to worry about them. Just about impossible to locate, and certainly impossible  to target." Michael was trying to focus on the combative side of things. That'd be what was relevant for the tournament. "A large aspect, really, is their size." He smiled lightly. "They can be ten feet long, which makes them very fast and physically powerful even before you account for the blasts, stings and suckers." He kept a half-smile but had to note. "Hopefully none of them this year. Past all the physicality those things are very, very angry beasts."