<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/>By this time in his experience, Jack had expected that he'd no longer continue to feel so out of place in the world. In many respects, that was true. He was no longer astonished by Magic around him and had settled in, for the most part, pretty comfortably among the other wizards. For better or worse, Magic had become such a familiar presence in his life that he could scarcely remember living without it. It was like muggles who'd spent the early 90s without the internet only to have it woven as an everyday part of life. It was easy to take for granted, and if Jack didn't return home to his muggle family every summer, perhaps he would.<br/><br/>Yet despite all of that, Jack was still discovering truths about himself, or more specifically, his mother's side of the family that left him feeling much as he did when he was eleven and first began his schooling. He had assumed his entire life that he was muggle-born and the first in his family to show magical talent. His mother had passed away when he was an infant, and that fact was accurate on his father's side of the family. However, when he first arrived at Hogwarts, a nonchalant comment from the hat revealed to Jack, his mother's side of the family. After her death, a family that had never reached out to him his entire life were all wizards and witches, and Jack was just the latest in a long line of them.<br/><br/>When he left Hogwarts that summer, he had gone with the conviction he was going to track down the Shackelthorns and demand answers, but...Well, that hadn't proven a simple task, and having had more time to stew on it, he'd wondered if it was even appropriate for him to do so. Yes, he was technically family, but they must have known who he was. His father knew them, and his mother had been around the first year of his life. They kept away must meant they weren't interested in having a relationship. So he had let it go for the summer, but he did still want to know more and more of his mother's life. Of the legacy he'd inherited, and now that he was aboard the Hogwarts express, he felt some regret he hadn't pursued that harder. Though it might mean another year of trying to understand a part of his identity, he didn't know he wanted to learn for so long.<br/><br/>He'd have plenty to occupy his mind with soon enough anyway; Jack had been named one of the Gryffindor prefects.<em>Something he shared in common with some of his Shackelthorn ancestors apparently</em>. On top of that, this was the year Jack could look forward to his O.G.R.E.S. Which meant he could no longer afford any slack on his potions class. He'd progressed much through his years but had only become average. To pursue the career he wanted, he needed to continue advancing in them. Which meant he'd need to find a tutor.<br/><br/>For the moment, however, he'd need to find a seat, and just his luck, he was running a little late—compartment after compartment filled up, until finally, he entered one that only a lone student in it. He had short brown hair with darker brown eyes. He wasn't someone Jack remembered, though perhaps a first-year or a transfer then? Indeed, the young man wasn't a Gryffindor,<em>at least not yet</em>. Jack would have remembered him. He was sure of it.<br/><br/>"Morning mate, you keeping any seats for anyone?" Jack asked, poking his head into the compartment. Sooner or later, he'd have to share anyway, but for the moment, Jack wasn't positive there weren't other seats available up ahead. "You have the first open seats I've seen so far."<br/><br/>If Robbie allowed Jack to join him for the ride, Jack would take a seat across from him with a slight smile and a nod of his head. "Name is Jack, by the way." He said, offering his hand in a friendly manner to introduce himself.