<div class="floatleft">(https://www.lahiguera.net/cinemania/actores/jake_johnson/fotos/26823/jake_johnson.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Flynn Huxley (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339010.msg16081547#msg16081547)<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>September 1st, 11am<br/><strong>Location:</strong>At the Great Doors leading into the Castle -> Great Hall<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>A very, very dirty t-shirt and jeans (pictured)<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Getting a drink<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Viola<br/><br/><hr/><br/>If Viola was bad at picking up on signals, then Flynn could have taught a class.  Missing every way she was sort of staring at him, Flynn was just absorbed in the fact that he was way too dirty to be greeting the always-put-together Viola and a mixture of how glad he was to have her back to talk to.<br/><br/>Dangling the bird in his fingers to keep it as clean as possible, he could always use magic of course but he wasn’t good enough to use it willy-nilly, he nodded happily when she accepted his invitation.   Stomping down one more time on the stone to make sure it was seated, Flynn slid his tools off to the side where no one was as likely to trip over them, and moved close to help Viola yank out the big doors.<br/><br/>Seeing as she didn’t need his help at all, he found himself standing close for no reason, but soon enough she was marching off to the Great Hall anyway.  Nodding along as she spoke about her flight and watching some Netflix, there was not really a lot he could add to that since he lived at the Castle where nothing worked, Flynn let out his bark of a laugh at the bit about her parents.<br/><br/>“That sounds like parents alright.  I mean, mine have asked if I found a nice magical girl to settle down with, but only in passing.  I think it’s easier on men though.”  He shrugged as they passed through the halls.  “You know, you could get them off your back by saying that you have been doing a lot of practicing in the art of MAKING babies though.”  He chuckled.  “That will make them think twice about asking personal questions.”<br/><br/>Reaching the Great Hall, Flynn picked a table at random, picking up one of the napkins set up for the welcoming feast and using it to scrub at his arms from the elbows down, making them marginally cleaner and completely ruining the cloth.  Somewhere a house elf cringed.<br/><br/>“It was busy, as usual.  I am still getting used to it here, and being basically alone here doesn’t help, but at least there is a lot to do.”  Reaching for a pitcher of pumpkin juice that appeared as he dropped the napkin, the elves knew him pretty well by now, Flynn poured out two goblets.<br/><br/>“Of course I missed you.”  He replied, rather matter of factly.  “How could I not miss my favorite person to talk to?”  Sipping his juice, Flynn sat on one of the student benches with a groan.  “I am going to need a long hot shower before the Feast, that is for sure.”  He noted.  “So, what about you?  Did you miss poor old Flynn and your books while you were traipsing around America probably doing all kinds of cool things.”<br/>