<div class="floatleft">(https://img.fstatic.com/537zH1_yItXsEr422YtnH7C8OXo=/full-fit-in/290x478/https://cdn.fstatic.com/media/artists/avatar/2016/05/max-thieriot_a10552.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Jaxon<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>nice pants and a button up<br/><strong>Blood Status:</strong>Muggleborn<br/><strong>Wand</strong>: Sycamore, Billywig Stinger, 10.5<br/><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor, 4th<br/><strong>Date</strong>: September 29th<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Black Lake Bonfire<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Conversational (to start)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Lyre (open to others)<br/><hr/><br/>Jaxon showed up to the bonfire about thirty minutes late, he had to sneak out to pick up some party favors on his way to the bonfire. 'What's the point of being the rule breaker if you can't bring some fun?' He thought to himself. He handed out bottles and joints discreetly to those who knew he'd have it, he made sure to be very clear and tell them to share with who wants it and don't be dumbasses about it. Most of what he brought to hand out, minus his sellable product and personal stash, had been given out by the time he got to the fire. He slowly put a joint in his mouth keeping an eye out for teachers and using a lighter to slowly ignite it as he inhales deeply.<br/><br/>He then slowly works his way through the crowd, satisfied that he brought at least someone some joy for the night before approaching the lake side he always found the lake fascinating and terrifying like the feeling of a warm breeze on a cold night. It makes you ask yourself 'Where is it going?' And sometimes if it is very dark and you are very alone you think the most troublesome thoughts you start to notice that there is no source of heat around you, only your foggy breath and darkness, you start to hear footsteps echoing around you and what you can only imagine as a horrible specter or ravenous serial killer making creaking noises as the move in for the kill. You are then forced to ask yourself 'what made that gust?' That is what the lake feels like to Jaxon, this gut wrenching terror is equally matched by pure curiosity. Jaxon never said he was one to survive a horror movie, he would be too damn busy trying to figure it out rather than running.<br/>