<div class="floatleft">(https://img.fstatic.com/537zH1_yItXsEr422YtnH7C8OXo=/full-fit-in/290x478/https://cdn.fstatic.com/media/artists/avatar/2016/05/max-thieriot_a10552.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Jaxon<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>nice pants and a button up<br/><strong>Blood Status:</strong>Muggleborn<br/><strong>Wand</strong>: Sycamore, Billywig Stinger, 10.5<br/><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor, 4th<br/><strong>Date</strong>: September 30th<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>Afternoon<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>the one-eyed witch passage<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Conversational<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Lyre<br/><hr/><br/>"I think you underestimate muggles, I can't think of any spell that could match a nuke." Jaxon laughs at the morbidity of it. In a second if they wanted to and figured out the location muggles could blow this school into a crater of radioactive rubble. It is weird to him that he comes from this word where the truest form of magic is technology and now he is using what his teachers told him was fantasy as a kid. "What if another wizard was there to stop you?" Jaxon has a harder time talking about grandiose concepts like love, to him love means a chain attached to the ground and you can never run pat that chain, no matter what kind of love it is, people often find themselves trapped by those they love.<br/><br/>He takes another long drag of his cigarette the ash falling to the damp floor. "Have you ever wondered what if they are the magical ones?" He said that almost knowing it would throw Lyre off, but without intending to do so. He just knows it is a hard question. "I see things like planes, computers, satellites, microscopes, and an array of other technologies that make some of the magic we do look like a joke. Who's to say we aren't just the ones left behind?"<br/>