<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Silas_Rav_1.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Silas Cork (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13998460#msg13998460)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Silas might be a pirate...but without the gun and rum. (https://scontent-ort2-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t1.0-9/21728393_1466045260152811_4125076999215941572_n.jpg?oh=1f43d05bbc9b541c793af58b4cd34bc8&oe=5B451ADC)<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>10:30am<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Platform Nine and Three Quarters, boarding train<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>"Where did I get this outfit? Why am I already on the train? Is that Dubois yelling my name finally?"<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>Topher Dubois (Blythe) & Loveday Marley (RedPhoenix)<br/><hr/><br/>It had been a good idea to spend the night in the city last night to avoid waking up all the way in Leeds and only having ten minutes to get to the station without an apparating license. It had been a good idea to pack his trunk and bag in advance. It had even been responsible to pay for school year parking for his motorcycle instead of letting it get impounded again. Even better, he'd left the hotel in clean and running condition for his Pop-Pop and hired help for the old man for the next nine months. Silas was really shaping up to be a good adult. He was going to be a responsible man some day and make his Pop-Pop proud of him.<br/><br/>Sadly, it was 10:30 in the afternoon and he was so hungover that he wished he was dead. How did this happen?<br/><br/>Oh, right, that girl from down the hall at the hotel. He was leaning on the railing outside his room door, just looking around, when she came up to him. It was her twenty-first birthday, she had legs for days, and a boyfriend with a curious streak. Did he get lucky? Silas couldn't remember. He cursed himself for that. He always tried to avoid getting so drunk that he couldn't remember the fun bits the next day. Apparently he had failed at that.<br/><br/>He was awakened from his inebriated dozing by the sound of others boarding the training and eventually the sound of his own name. His next thought was how in the hell did he get on the train already?<br/><br/>Oh, right, he remembered that, a little. Stumbling out of the hotel room thinking that his watch was telling him it was seven in the evening and for some reason thinking there would be a late train. A train station security person asking him where his boat was and threatening to get the police. Falling through the platform barrier before they could turn up. Practically crawling his way onto the train and passing back out on top of his trunk.<br/><br/>Was that Dubois yelling his name? He'd fantasized about that more than once, not that it would ever happen. Wait, it was happening. Except not in the way he wanted it. Reality was a cruel mistress. That tight ass would never be his. Not that he was upset about that. There were plenty of tight asses in the world. Instead, he groaned as he pushed up from his sleeping spot and looked around. His eyes glanced down and he saw the outfit he was wearing. Queue next though, why was he a pirate?<br/><br/>Oh, right, legs for day's curious boyfriend worked at a cheesy pirate themed restaurant. Apparently he did get lucky last night. In more ways than one. He was a pirate now.<br/><br/>Not bothering to drag his trunk with him, he wandered out into the corridor of the train. It wouldn't be the first time he had to hunt his things down at a later date and time. His eyes darted around a little as he ran his hands through his floppy hair. He was on the look out. Last person he needed to run into now was Loveday. She'd take advantage of his current state and hex him through the platform wall. He was sure of it after how they left things.<br/><br/>"Hey, Bois," he called into a compartment only to realize that Topher wasn't in there, "Oh, sorry...looking for someone with better hair than you..." he stumbled back out into the corridor to try again.<br/><br/>He slid the door open on the next one and found his target, "Hey, Bois," he stressed the name to make it sound more like<em>boyz</em>.