<div class="floatleft">(http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lypz27CsnC1qjuf7f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Morgan Corlett<br/><strong>Age:</strong>17<br/><strong>House:</strong>Ravenclaw<br/><strong>Patronus:</strong>Stoat<br/><strong>Sexual Orientation:</strong>transgendered bisexual<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>black trainers, black jeans, chest binder, gray long-sleeve button up<br/><strong>Date:</strong>September 2, 2018, Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Exterior Lawn<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Sophie, Open<br/>-----------------<br/><br/>Morgan looked up when the girl under the trees started his way. Her concerned question made him smile a little, and he tucked his wand away, shrugging as he replied. "I've had worse. Fallen from higher and faster in the past. Going to have some bruises, but nothing I can't manage," he said, flopping down next to Sophie under the tree. He left her skepticism unaddressed. It was a thin lie, and not one worth defending, no matter what his ego insisted he should do.<br/><br/>Her ignorance of his name was a bit of a deeper wound. Despite his unpopularity from his young years and his own lack of effort when it came to making friends, a vain part of his soul hoped his Quiddich and dueling accomplishments had earned him some renown, even when he knew he actively shunned the recognition. "You don't know me? Ravenclaw seeker, runner up two years running for the House Dueling Cup? What's the point in doing any of it if nobody knows your name?" he said, filling his voice with mock indignation and exaggerated gesture. The actual hurt was much lighter. The attitude vanished as he came around to the real answer to Sophie's question. "Morgan Corlett," he said, extending his hand to the girl. "We've had some classes together, but I don't believe we've formally met in seven years."