<div class="floatleft">(https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/M/MV5BMTQwMzY3NTA2N15BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwMDY5MTA0OQ@@._V1_UY1200_CR85,0,630,1200_AL_.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ken Blackrose<br/><strong>Age:</strong>17<br/><strong>House:</strong>Slytherin<br/><strong>Patronus:</strong>Kirin<br/><strong>Sexual Orientation:</strong>Straight<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>House Sytherin Uniform<br/><strong>Date:</strong>September 2nd, 2018 .... Morning<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>OPEN<br/><hr/><br/>Ken had decided to forgo his chopsticks.  He’d long gotten used to the looks he got when using them and in his early years had won a handful of sickles proving he could eat things like Jell-o with them.  They just didn’t seem like the correct breakfast utensils today.  He was, as always, already dressed in his school uniform.   That was something that hadn’t changed since his first day.   He was well aware of the relaxed dress code; he simply chose to exercise self-discipline and opt for the more formal attire.<br/><br/>He wisely kept his mouth shut as he listened to  Jaeden  and Silas.  At the ripe old age of seventeen, he was firmly convinced that he would never understand women.  Lila Lovegood was pining over a boy who would never return her affection.  Jaeden was submitting to the attentions of a manwhore to scratch an itch when there were better candidates who might actually respect her.  He didn’t resent the Hufflepuff’s intrusion into Slytherin’s domain. It was a breakfast table after all.  They needed more ‘intrusions’ not less.  The segregation only promoted division, not unity.  There were certain tables he wouldn’t mind intruding at, should he be given half an indication that doing so would be welcomed.<br/><br/>His eyes swept the staff table.  News of the new head of Slytherin had travelled fast.  He didn’t see any new witches at the table.  There was only one new face and it belonged to a wizard dressed in simple robes rather than a witch.  Surely he couldn’t be Blossom Rose.  Wasn’t it a woman’s name?  Ken felt a wave of pity for the man.  He’d either grown very thick skin or he’d been utterly ruthless in dealing with tormentors.  In either case it would be interesting discovering which.