<div class="floatleft">(http://66.media.tumblr.com/a7f1444233a5c54afb96d542c55e3b3b/tumblr_inline_nh1odr2khl1qc4cgj.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Silas Rosier-Noc (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261273.msg12892601#msg12892601)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>17<br/><strong>House:</strong>Hufflepuff<br/><strong>Patronus:</strong>Sparrow Hawk (http://pre05.deviantart.net/e82e/th/pre/f/2011/272/a/b/sparrow_hawk_by_smudger_muhudger-d3crazx.jpg)<br/><strong>Sexual Orientation:</strong>Pansexual<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black T-Shirt, black jeans, black leather shoes, and a Hufflepuff Yellow pullover hoodie.<br/><strong>Date:</strong>September 2nd 2018, Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Astronomy Tower<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jaedan Connolly - Closed<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Silas didn't mind being locked up with her. They got along, sexually, and that was good enough for him; but it was the being locked up part that bothered him. Silas' family had raised him in a tightly confined home. They were old fashioned and had tried to get him to believe in their ways. His grandmother had tried various methods of keeping him confined, without crossing into abusive terriroties. None of it worked. He just had to keep moving. Silas couldn't help it. Classes were the worst for him. More than once, Geoffrey and Lucan had to prod him in the side to get him to stop bouncing his leg and drumming his fingers loudly enough to draw attention.<br/><br/>She handed him the muggle book and he looked it over slowly, "...thanks..." he wasn't entirely sure what to do with it. Sure, Silas knew how to read. He wasn't that ill-educated. Silas was a decently talented wizard for his age. But reading for simple pleasure wasn't something he'd ever done before. Looking the book over, he wasn't sure he wanted to start now, "Not much of a reader really..." he commented as she said she wasn't sure he would like it.<br/><br/>He spent all of five minutes flipping through the pages, randomly scanning them before closing it and peering over at her. She was sketching again. He hadn't peeked at it before, respecting the privacy of her sketch pad. But he was getting curious now. He wondered what sort of thing a girl like her would draw.<br/><br/>It was out of sorts for them, but only because they never really hung out, but Silas slid off his desk and made his way over to hers. He climbed on it and playfully sat behind her, putting his legs on either side of her and leaning his head over her shoulder a little, "Mind if I peek?" he asked softly as he teased his fingers along her sides, "Or is it a big Jaedan Connolly secret drawing?"