<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/75/Silas_Rav_2.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Silas Cork (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13998460#msg13998460)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>School robes, but undone with this (https://i.imgur.com/wEHJNrl.png) under them.<br/><strong>Blood Status:</strong>Muggleborn<br/><strong>Wand</strong>: Dogwood, Phoenix Feather Core, 10''<br/><strong>House/Year</strong>: Ravenclaw, 6th Year<br/><strong>Date</strong>: Sept. 1st<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Great Hall, Ravenclaw tablet<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>"This is so boring"<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>Your Makeup Is Terrible, But I Love You Anyway (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oqGJ7I75aTE)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Morgaine Dale (Ruby), -OPEN-<br/><hr/><br/>The train ride hadn't been terrible, except the few tense moments that he knew were his fault. Eventually, he found his trunk before they all departed the train. His body was crying out for substantial food and hydration. It was really his own fault for having spent the whole night downing...well...he wasn't sure what it was, but it certainly didn't belong in his body in the quantities he'd drank them. Silas was certainly starting to feel the side effects of his previous night. He was tired and he starting to wish for his bed. He didn't even have it in him to shout back at Loveday to sit her ass down and shut up.<br/><br/>Silas tuned out most of the sorting. He had little interest in first years. He didn't like to date anyone more than three years younger than himself and they were all well outside of that range for him. He didn't care who was going to be the next quidditch star of the house or who was going to get their house mark average up that next level (mostly to compensate for his poor marks). Still, he heard Ravenclaw called out a few times and did his house duty by clapping for them.<br/><br/>Morgaine Dale was the one he actually heard the name of. Not a bad looking girl, "Hey, Cork, one of your next victims?" someone next to him nudged him in the ribs and he rolled his eyes.<br/><br/>"Not interested in cradle robbing, mate. Shouldn't you be doing your best to keep her away from me anyway? Not pushing me towards her? Wouldn't want anymore lazy Ravenclaws like myself tainting the nest," he smirked as he put himself down and gave a nod to Morgaine, the new Claw as she found a place to sit. Even if there wasn't an issue with age, he vaguely remembered her mentioning a fiance as she sat down. Silas wasn't about making people cheat. The thought of being engaged in the first year was rather stomach turning for him. Silas couldn't imagine what the appeal of marriage at any age was. Not his life, not his problem; he always decided.