<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 grinned wide when Hayley struggled to catch the book, seeing her moving before she turned. He hoped he hadn't scared or embarrassed her too much, but he was relatively sure she'd be okay with him making light of the situation. "Enough of it." He joked, noticing her cheeks changing colour as he replied and feeling a little bad. Michael didn't like to think that he'd really upset her, but he was reasonably sure she'd be just fine. "It was something."<br/><br/>He let her trail off as she went to explain what she'd been doing. It seemed she forgot to continue, as she switched to inquiring what he was up to. Not wanting to dwell or joke any more about her little dance he decided to answer. "Studying for the Triwizard tournament." He explained. Although he wasn't studying like the rest were. "Not as a competitor, mind." He didn't have a competitive spirit, really. But he did truly adore the idea of taking the opportunity to help care for such a wide assortment of magical creatures. And that was what he was here for. "I'll be helping to care for the creatures, and I'm doing my best to learn what I can so that they can be safe and comfortable throughout the events."<br/><br/>"So, how about you?" He questioned again. Hopefully this time she'd feel a little less embarrassed about the dancing. Time had passed and Michael hadn't continued to tease her about it. If anything Michael quite liked to see someone so freely enjoying themselves, even if it was only in a moment of perceived solitude. Much as he might've been a naturally athletic person, and a fairly adept sportsman, Michael was far too clumsy and socially anxious to dance. His height and weight didn't help, but for the most part it was the pressure he placed on himself that stopped him from even trying to dance.