<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 Smith<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>School uniform<br/><strong>Blood Status:</strong>Muggleborn<br/><strong>Wand</strong>: Sycamore, Billywig Stinger, 10.5<br/><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor<br/><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, September 8th, 2017<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>Afternoon<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Outside of the last class for the week.<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Not much<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Darcy Fredrickson<br/><hr/><br/>From around the corner Jaxon was waiting for a chance to make contact with a potential client. He figured a politicians daughter would love to get stuff snuck in and out of school. He remembers his parents having some big ceremony on the telly back home the whole time her and her dad's faces keep popping up. He figures someone with that eyes on them might have use of that. At least that's his best guess.<br/><br/>As soon as classes let out he turns the corner and walks towards her. He has to slip out of class in the last few minutes to make it over here in time, hopefully the teacher didn't notice, or if he is really lucky that they didn't care. He pulls out a gift for her from his bag. She kept complaining about not being able to get jolly ranchers, best he can guess is that her family is messing with her, so he got a big bag of them.<br/><br/>He stops a few paces ahead of her with the candy bag in hand. "I heard your about your sweet tooth problems." He cracks a grin with the bag extend to her.<br/>