<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/ba/Topher_Sly_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Topher Dubois<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Designer black wizard apparel! (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/6b/92/91/6b9291094b4364150005423d4991e59d.jpg)<br/><strong>Blood Status:</strong>Pureblood<br/><strong>Wand</strong>: Red Oak, Basilisk Skin, 12 inches<br/><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin, 6th year<br/><strong>Date</strong>: Sept. 1st<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>10:30 a.m.<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Platform Nine and Three Quarters -> train -> cabin on train<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Smack talk. SO MUCH SMACK TALK.<del>Topher why won't you behave</del><br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>Girl Fight - Brooke Valentine (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JOAj4zAUZNE). ...look, I know Topher's a guy, but this song still feels right. <_<<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Loveday Marley (RedPhoenix), Silas Cork  (Jag), OPEN<br/><hr/>Topher started laughing. "With that ridiculous accent of yours? You're like...Queen Chav of Chavland, Champion of Chavvy Chavs." His brain sort of had to catch up to something she'd said though, and it left him sputtering in absolute awkward anger.<em>Yer man? The fuck does she think Silas is mine for?</em>he thought, absolutely gobsmacked by the insult. It was sort of like trying to claim someone owned a cloud or something. Sure, the cloud existed, and you could like it, and you could see it, but it was going to dissipate and disappear pretty soon once it was done...doing whtaever clouds did.<br/><br/>The 6th year Slytherin didn't say so, but...the whole interaction was making him happy instead of furious. He'd actually missed this. Much as he hated Loveday and lovehated Silas, this was home. Yes, he loved his own family and all, but Hogwarts was a special place for a reason. At home, he was the bottom man on the totem pole, but here? He could get into fights,prove his worth, learn, make friends--everything. And there was something comforting about returning to an old rivlary, something that fit like an old warm glove.<br/><br/>Topher got pulled out of the argument by something rather plain, but it was a thought. He blinked, looked for Silas's stuff, and said, "My summer? Fabulous. Partied all the time, helped my brother at his place, got a new broom. Where in the devil is your trunk at? Even Lovey remembered to bring her stuff here, and she's got the brains of a troll. Did you leave it somewhere?"<br/><br/>Topher couldn't help but grin and said, "What, am I such a good friend that you just had to run straight for me? I'm complimented, Cork, really I am."<br/><br/>But when Silas asked for a cigarette, Topher said flatly, "You two are disgusting for that habit, you know. It's going to kill you. I absolutely bet that if the nurse from the hospital wing catches you, you'll both get lectured and probably get those hexed out of your hands." Topher couldn't think of a single person who had ever worked in a medical field, magic or no, that was down with smoking. Topher had a lot of faults himself, but surprisingly, smoking wasn't one of them.<br/><br/><em>Drinking</em>on the other hand...well. That wasn't the topic, and he was glad of it. His currently messy hair stood as a tribute to his drinking and his joy he could Apparate.