<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e9/Orion_Rav_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Orion Reed<br/><strong>Blood Status:</strong>Half<br/><strong>Wand:</strong>Alder, Dragon Heartstring, 10 in, Whippy<br/><strong>House/Year:</strong>Ravenclaw 1st Year<br/><strong>Date:</strong>Saturday, September 2nd, 2017<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>Morning, Dawn After the Sorting<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Ravenclaw Common Room<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Happy Birthday To Me! Black Lake Bonfire Party Rumor<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong><em>Open! Scylla Cromwell maybe? </em><br/><hr/><br/>Morning sunshine flooded through arched windows, making the domed ceiling seem less of a night sky like it had vividly been last night. Now the dreamy visage was muted, the magic dropped, being just a midnight blue velvet carpet with faux stars. Orion Reed's fingers ran along a smooth glossy table while the wind whistled whimsically. He inhaled deeply. He dismissed the bookcases having pored through them before bed, and today being a new day, he gazed out at the panoramic view of Hogwarts grounds. The Forbidden Forest, as Headmaster Amell specifically forbade, the Herbology gardens and surrounding mountains, and the Quidditch pitch. He had heard that try-outs would not be for another 22 days. That was plenty time to learn the rules of the game. What the hell was a quaffle and why the hell did the name make him think of vaginas?<br/><br/>Sunlight flecked on his face, with one soft hand on the windowsill. With the wind playing with his hair and caressing his skin, his serene hazel eyes rested upon the enormous glittering Black Lake. Apparently there was a friendly squid in there? He heard a rumor that spread like fire that on the last day of September, a Slytherin 4th year by the name of Aaric Balor, was putting together a bonfire party by that lake, and all students were invited. He was definitely going, as he was sure everyone was going, for that sounded like a magical night.<em>Mew!</em>His black cat Mercury leapt on the windowsill; its yellow eyes glared predatorily at the wild, twitching at every bird that sailed and swooped by. Mercury belonged to his father, and now that he's dead and gone, its company was his to keep at Hogwarts. Its short stub for a tail whipped with a playfulness. He scratched its under-chin, and it purred loudly.<br/><br/><em>Good morning, Mercury... I guess this is the first day of the first school weekend.</em>He yawned at the airy sleepiness of the Ravenclaw Common Room. There was a fresh chill as sweet as rain this morning. His morning wood pressed against the wall before he let out another yawn.<em>I need coffee. And friends.</em><br/><br/>It occurred to him today's his 17th birthday.<em>And cake.</em><br/><br/><hr/>