<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/>"Blaming yourself means nothing, blaming others also means nothing. Blame as a whole means nothing." He lifts his lighter igniting the flame which illuminates their faces as he lights Lyre's cigarette "Blame is for the past, you're too clever to be stuck in that."<br/><br/>He puts his lighter away, and takes another long drag of his cigarette. "What I'm talking about is choice, future actions. That's the only thing you have control over."<br/><br/>Jaxon takes a step closer, there is barely breathing room between the two now "So Lyre Savage, what will you be? It doesn't matter to me what you pick. Do you want to be the lord of the Savage house? Do you want to be its demise? Do you want to be a farmer in Scotland?" He chuckles slightly easing the tension. "Whatever you chose, choose it and never doubt that it was your choice."<br/>