<div class="floatleft">(http://66.media.tumblr.com/a7f1444233a5c54afb96d542c55e3b3b/tumblr_inline_nh1odr2khl1qc4cgj.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Silas Rosier-Noc (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259664.msg12827109#msg12827109)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>17<br/><strong>House:</strong>Hufflepuff<br/><strong>Patronus:</strong>Sparrow Hawk<br/><strong>Sexual Orientation:</strong>Pansexual<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black T-Shirt, black jeans, black leather shoes, and a Hufflepuff Yellow pullover hoodie.<br/><strong>Date:</strong>September 2nd 2018, Morning<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>-OPEN- | Deciding where to sit<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>His left cheek was still stinging from the slap he'd received about ten minutes prior to entering the Great Hall. Silas had just broken off his two week relationship with Noel Holiday. He could have sworn that he had made it clear when they made out in Hogsmeade that all he wanted was to make out that one day. When she cornered him in the library a few days later and they made out again, he was just pleased to get a second round at it. Silas had never actually agreed to be her boyfriend. He thought they were just fooling around. By now, he was sure most people realized that's all he wanted. Yet she got so upset when she asked if he wanted to meet her parents and he laughed. There had been a big fight, ending with a slap to his face and her storming off. Apparently for two weeks, he had been in a relationship with her. If he thought about his track record, that was fairly successful for his history. He never understood why they got so upset with him. Silas was nothing but honest. Was it really his fault if they decided to hear what they wanted to hear, rather than what he was actually saying? He hated to stereotype anyone, but he had this issue more with women than with men.<br/><br/>The smell of food made him forget not only the stinging in his cheek, but the strange omen the Sorting Hat had spouted off. Silas didn't wholly pay attention to the hat every year, but it had caught everyone's attention last night. But right now his stomach was telling him to forget about it and eat till he burst. He wanted eggs, sausage, tomatoes, mushrooms, and toast. He may have looked tall and thin, like he didn't eat enough, but Silas ate quite a bit. He could pack it in as well as anyone else. Next to hanging out with his friends and flirting, eating was his favorite thing to do.<br/><br/>Looking around the tables, he wondered where he should sit. It was a general rule to sit with ones own house, but that got boring. Silas didn't care much for House boundaries. Especially in his final year at school. What was the point of being separated when they would be forced to interact like normal people in the real world? Silas was sure that it was easier to manage so many kids by dividing them, but sometimes he felt that did more harm than good. So he was more than willing to sneak around and sit wherever he wanted. It usually depended on what table had the best food for that meal.