<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/7Xtr3Ny.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lucan Torit (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259664.msg12827934#msg12827934)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>17<br/><strong>House:</strong>Hufflepuff<br/><strong>Patronus:</strong>Nightjar<br/><strong>Sexual Orientation:</strong>Unsure<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>White button up shirt with top two buttons undone, black jacket, black slacks, and clean shoes.<br/><strong>Date:</strong>September 2nd 2018, Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Great Hall, Hufflepuff Table<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Noya Kowalski<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Lucan chuckled a little, "No, no. It's alright. I'm sure nothing is ruined," he smiled lightly as he wadded up the damp napkin and set it aside, "Just glad to know that I'm not the only one who has a wandering mind and forgets the little stuff," sometimes he was so organized that he forgot the simplest of things, like to make sure his socks matched, "Not that you forget things often, I'm sure. Just trying to justify my own careless behaviors. Not that I'm careless often. I mean, I'm just...," he decided to shut himself up about it. Unlike his friends, Lucan was not very good at speaking with other people. His cheeks flushed the same as hers as he tried to move on from his stumbling, "I'm sure it was just trying to run away with the spoon..." and Lucan found his limit for his ability to attempt being human right there, "I'm so very sorry."<br/><br/>She finally went about cleaning the small mess up with her wand and he brushed the few splashes of tea off of his own notebook, "Oh, it was no bother and last night, yeah, that was interesting. I wrote it all down," he held up his notebook and flipped it to the page where he'd wrote the night before, "I've never heard the hat say anything like that before. It was very strange, but it wouldn't be Hogwarts if something wasn't happening. I'm amazed anyone gets anything done around here sometimes."<br/><br/>"Don't worry about it. I heard there used to be a kid here that used to blow stuff up by accident all the time. They even let him blow up the bridge during the big Battle. I'm sure Tea-mergadon is the least of our worries," he smiled again as he watched her fix her wand into her hair and offered him the tray of biscuits, "Plus, these make up for everything. I know they are made fresh everyday, but they still don't taste as good as ones right out of the oven and still warm. Especially with butter and jam on them," Lucan loved food. He wished he was a better cook.<br/><br/>He tried to thank her, but he couldn't recall her name. Her face was familiar and he was sure she wasn't one of Silas' flings or Geoffrey's friends. She was a Hufflepuff, that much he was positive of, "This is a little awkward, but I'm Lucan and I can't, for the life of me, remember your name. Which is sad, because I usually have a very good memory."