<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/7Xtr3Ny.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lucan Torit (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259664.msg12827934#msg12827934)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>17<br/><strong>House:</strong>Hufflepuff<br/><strong>Patronus:</strong>Nightjar<br/><strong>Sexual Orientation:</strong>Unsure<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>White button up shirt with top two buttons undone, black jacket, black slacks, and clean shoes.<br/><strong>Date:</strong>September 2nd 2018, Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Great Hall, Hufflepuff Table<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Noya Kowalski and Aeric Chase<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Lucan didn't know what it was, but whenever he had to talk to anyone that wasn't Silas or Geoffrey, he felt like he was a babbling moron. He didn't understand why talking was so difficult. It wasn't like they were alien beings. They were just people. Like himself. But once he opened his mouth, it was like he lost control of what he was saying. When she started smiling at him over the sorry excuse for a joke he'd attempted and failed at, she felt his face heat up like it was on fire, "That's why I apologized..." he said softly as she said it was something her Great-Great Uncle would have said, "Again, I'm very sorry."<br/><br/>Luckily, the conversation moved on from his terrible ability to tell jokes, "I'm not entirely sure what parkor is, but if it has to do with shenanigans, I'm sure Silas would sign up for it. It would probably kill me, but he'd make me do it anyway. So would Geoffrey," not that he would fight it all that hard. Despite how he acted sometimes, he did enjoy when he was pushed into doing something new.<br/><br/>"A bakery? Really? That's fantastic. I've never actually been inside a bakery. I'm afraid I would eat myself sick on pie if I did," why couldn't he stop talking when he got to a certain point? Wouldn't it have been enough to just say he hadn't been in a bakery? Lucan wanted to kick himself. He wanted to tell himself it was because she was a cute girl, but Lucan seemed to have this problem with most people. It didn't help that all he was thinking about now was pie. The more she talked about it, the more he was willing to tolerate his grandmother's berating to go get one on first break home.<br/><br/>Two years. That seemed about right. Lucan felt terrible about not knowing her name for so long, "That would explain it. I've had a busy class load the past two years. I don't think I took my nose out of a book last year till exams were over. It's a pleasure to meet you too, Noya. Officially," he smiled as he shook her hand. It was soft and warm, though a little sticky from the tea she had mopped up that was starting to dry, "I would love to see Ilvermorny. I want to go into International Affairs at the Ministry. So maybe I'll get the chance to go see it. I'd love to hear about it, whenever you have the free time."<br/><br/>Lucan cringed a little as Aeric settled down next to them and barged into the conversation. He found it easy to forgive people. After all, they were in a common socializing place. It was silly to expect any kind of privacy. It wasn't as if their topics of conversation were all that private anyway. He had nothing against Aeric, at least not anything more than he did his closer friends. They were both Hufflepuffs and he shared some similar personality traits with Silas, "Good morning, Aeric, I hope you had a good summer...and no, I haven't seen any Slytherin's running around. Though I'm sure if there was, Jaedan had something to do with it. She does enjoy making the first years cry."<br/><br/>He watched the small exchange between Aeric and Noya with the hairclip and started gathering his papers and notebook up from the table.