<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/ba/Topher_Sly_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Topher Dubois<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Designer black wizard apparel! (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/6b/92/91/6b9291094b4364150005423d4991e59d.jpg)<br/><strong>Blood Status:</strong>Pureblood<br/><strong>Wand</strong>: Red Oak, Basilisk Skin, 12 inches<br/><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin, 6th year<br/><strong>Date</strong>: Sept. 1st<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>10:30 a.m.<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Platform Nine and Three Quarters -> train -> cabin on train<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Smack talk. SO MUCH SMACK TALK.<del>Topher why won't you behave</del><br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>Girl Fight - Brooke Valentine (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JOAj4zAUZNE). ...look, I know Topher's a guy, but this song still feels right. <_<<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Loveday Marley (RedPhoenix), Silas Cork  (Jag), OPEN<br/><hr/>Topher glared at Loveday. He couldn't stand her, and here she was in his cabin. His cabin, not hers. Obnoxiously, he propped his feet up on the seat opposite, making sure to get some of the dirt from his shoes near or even on her robes. He decided to be<em>especially</em>nasty to Loveday and said, "I'm surprised you're bothering to sit with us. Then again, Silas is here. He's like<em>chav</em>candy, apparently. You must miss him something<em>fierce</em>to keep chasing him down."<br/><br/>He smirked and said, "Yeah, I let my temper get the better of me last year, but don't expect to get a free ride this year, Lovey-dovey. I'll be on the team, and I'm going to make it my mission to put your team's Seeker straight into the infirmary. Shouldn't be hard. All I have to do to win is put Silas in the stands so you can fantasize about hopping off your broomstick and right back onto his."<br/><br/>He didn't want to admit it, but Loveday had hit a sore spot with him. Quidditch. Topher was mad for Quidditch and arguably loved it more than anything in the world. He had responsibilities once he would leave school, had to decide what part of his family's respective businesses he wanted to join, but if he had his way? He would play for a pro-Quidditch team. And Loveday calling him a coward stung him straight to the core, because he wasn't. He was just a terribly angry fellow who made bad choices, and this year, he had to get it together. He had to shape up. He wasn't going to get the future he wanted if he didn't, and it was becoming more and more important that he hold up his family's legacy. He was the youngest, after all.<br/><br/>He waved some of her smoke out of his face and suppressed a cough. He said irritably, "God, could you at least smoke menthols instead one of those tail pipes from a Muggle car. At least menthols are less<em>odious</em>. How can you even be an athlete and pollute your body with that<em>garbage</em>?"<br/><br/>This had the result of making his face a bit red; he would be<em>damned</em>if Loveday's odious little habit made him cough. He wouldn't admit even the smallest weakness in front of her.<br/><br/>Pretending Loveday didn't exist, refusing to concede this was her cabin, he said to Silas, "How'd your summer treat you? And for god's sake,<em>Dubois.</em>You can't be so short on time that you don't have time for the<em>du</em>, given that you added sounds at the end."