<div class="floatleft">(https://media.gq.com/photos/5b216ea1bad4994c866a2266/master/w_2000,h_3000,c_limit/Jake-Johnson-GQ-We-Are-The-Rhoads-04.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, 2022 - Feast<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Great Hall - Staff Table<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Pictured with dark pants that look like they are from a old suit<br/><strong>Content:</strong>none<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Viola - Staff - Open<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Sinking into his seat, Flynn would have been far more than content to let the Feast go flying by, to enjoy the food and quiet company, and then get out of there and head down to the pub to immediately erase the memories of anything embarrassing he had done.  After all, he didn’t have to teach any classes in the morning like the rest of them.<br/><br/>Speaking of people who didn’t have to teach any classes, not to mention the very company he had been thinking about a second ago, Flynn looked at Viola’s still empty seat and wondered where she was when out of the corner of his eye, he noted the approach of a lot of…yellow.<br/><br/>Turning to watch as she made her way along the table and into the seat beside him, Flynn’s eyes were as wide as anything not in the Owlry, and his mouth even hung open a little.  His stare would be painfully obvious to anyone looking, even though he would have denied it of course.<br/><br/>When Viola settled in at last, Flynn tried to return her smile, although his was a little shaky.  “That is quite the dress, Vi.”  He said in a husky tone, his eyes unable to prevent from looking at the expanse of decolletage right next to him.  “Super yellow.  I like it.”  He gulped, completely ignoring the sentence she had uttered since half his brain was static noise at this point.<br/>