<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/7e/21/d4/7e21d4b03e83e91ed797a066eceea630.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Jack Sullivan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339010.msg16093466#msg16093466)<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>September 9th 2022 | Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hogwarts Express<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>A brown leather jacket, checkered button up shirt, and some jeans (https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0003/2725/4068/products/driggs-leather-jacket-brown-_2-of-10_2000x.jpg?v=1577374590)<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Introductions<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Robbie Chapman, Open<br/><hr/>Jack had wanted to make sure he was being polite, but the truth was there were never enough compartments to be able to keep one just to yourself. It was a long-standing suspicion of his; the idea was to keep any potential couples from taking too many advantages of a long ride. They hexed the stairs to the opposite dorm; it stood to reason managing hormone-driven teenagers was a common concern of those who managed Hogwarts. Not that adults were any better at keeping their hands to themselves as far as Jack had seen. Regardless, manners were always a valuable tool for an excellent first impression or to be aware your company would be unpleasant if the response were bitter or aggressive.<br/><br/>Happily, Robbie appeared to be a friendly individual and took his hand, greeting Jack right away. It sounded like the two who were there before probably hoped for some privacy. Well, they'd find little of it elsewhere. "I imagine we'll have a couple of other individuals join us anyway, whether it's the blokes who were here before or someone new." Jack said, releasing Robbie's hand and taking a seat across from him in the compartment.<br/><br/>"You're in for a treat then, Hogwarts put my last school to shame anyway" Jack said when Robbie announced he was the first year. There was a lot of tradition and theatrics to the first-year presentation at Hogwarts, but Jack had found it brilliant. Perhaps he found it a little less marvelous than he might have when he was eleven, but Jack enjoyed the sorting ceremony his first year for what it was worth, at least until the hat went on his head and brought an existential crisis with it.<br/><br/>Robbie's next question took Jack for a bit of a loop initially. It'd been a few years, but Jack was pretty sure the textbooks back at school had covered them. Maybe Robbie had gone to a different school? Or was it possible maybe Robbie was a late bloomer? If that was the case, Robbie was in for an<em>actual</em>treat.<br/><br/>"Ooh yeah, you'll find most things nonmagical folk considers myth to be quite real," Jack said with a friendly smile. Avoiding the term muggle as he wasn't sure if Robbie liked the word or found it sour. Jack had always felt a little weird calling his family muggles. " Centaurs, gnomes, pixies, little elves, giants, werewolves, unicorns...Dragons." Jack said, pausing before he said dragons because dragons typically got their reaction.<br/><br/>"How much have you read up on everything? Know about the houses yet?" Jack asked, making conversation and curious how green Robbie was heading into his school year at Hogwarts.