<div class="floatleft">(http://celebrityimages.org/images/4570185/4570185_3.jpeg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Geoffrey Graves (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259664.msg12828994#msg12828994)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>17<br/><strong>House:</strong>Gryffindor<br/><strong>Patronus:</strong>Magpie<br/><strong>Sexual Orientation:</strong>Heterosexual<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Red T-Shirt, blue jeans, black gym shoes, and his glasses.<br/><strong>Date:</strong>September 2nd, 2018, Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Great Hall, Gryffindor Table<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Morgan Corlett, Aeric Chase, and Professor Casey Perry<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><em>Jeffy</em>. He cringed a little internally at the name. While he wasn't fond of his name and wouldn't mind being named<em>Jeffrey</em>, he wasn't entirely fond of nicknames. Especially ones that sounded so childish and almost condicending. Even his mother wouldn't call him that, but mostly because she was an unaffectionate, cold hearted witch, "Skeeter is nothing more than a glorified gossip writer," at least that was his opinion, "I'd think someone wanting to get anywhere in life would want someone better writing about them," he had actually thought a lot about writing the past few years. The idea of traveling the world and writing about muggle and wizarding sports was very appealing. More so when he saw several connections between wizard and muggle sports.<br/><br/>"What poet was that?" he seemed to be the one left out of the conversation about the verse Aeric had just spouted off, "U2?" he'd never heard of it. There were so many muggle things that he just didn't understand about. Silas was a pureblood and Lucan, as far as any of them knew, was pureblood as well. None of them had much interaction with the muggle world or it's culture. Geoffrey was eager to be free of his parents purist claws and experince it.<br/><br/>He chuckled lightly at the comment about womens shoes and was going to make his own comment when Professor Perry came up to the three of them and asked to see his paper. Geoffrey didn't know who the man was, but he knew that he was far too old to be a student, "Uh...sure..." he said hesitantly as he held the paper out, "And you are...?" Geoffrey felt that if he was handing over his paper to someone, then he had the right to know who he was handing it to.