<div class="floatleft">(http://data.whicdn.com/images/61881094/large.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jaedan Connolly (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261273.msg12889071#msg12889071)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>17<br/><strong>House:</strong>Slytherin<br/><strong>Patronus:</strong>Honey Badger<br/><strong>Sexual Orientation:</strong>Straight<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Jeans, tennis shoes, black tank top and open red and grey plaid shirt<br/><strong>Date:</strong>September 2nd, 2018 .... Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Astronomy Tower<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Silas Rosier-Noc - Closed<br/><hr/><br/>Jaedan had been lost in her own little world, drawing once again the one and only thing she could, flowers. But then there was a beauty in flowers she thought the world lacked. Flowers could make someone happy, could mark the arrival of a life, the death of a life, the happiness of shared lives, they could represent so many things. Her favorite were the [img=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/6e/71/7d/6e717d229487e758d56d9dfc7c7fa4aa.jpg]http://Orchid's[/img]. The delicate purple flowers that always seemed to make her smile whenever she saw them. Her mother used to have a garden full of flowers and Jaedan loved to go smell them all.<br/><br/>She hadn't really planned on anyone finding out about her little hobby, that's all it was though, she wasn't really good in her mind, not good enough to be considered an artist. But it was something to pass time, to occupy her mind with something lovely rather than the doom and gloom she usually had going on up there. Hearing Silas's voice, she slammed her notepad closed and looked over her shoulder at him. "No, nothing sexy, sorry to disappoint." She said, in a tone that said she clearly wasn't. "Just...something that reminds me of ....well good times I guess you'd say." It was the best explanation she could come up with.<br/><br/>"You're early, couldn't find anyone to harass?" She asked with a smirk on her features. She knew Silas, well enough at least to know he was the one guy you could count on to make his way around before lunch time. No, she didn't mean sexually, though he might be able to do that...she never asked, though it might hurt after a while like that...wouldn't it? Shaking her mind of those thoughts, she put her sketchpad in her bag and turned to face him, she'd perched herself on a desk and leaned her feet against a wall for leverage. Now, she merely faced him sitting on the edge of the desk.<br/><br/>"Not that I mind early, it's always nice when you're....punctual." She said with a smile as she looked at him. He was cute, there was no denying it and honestly, if she'd let herself have a chance at someone, she might have considered him....might. But as it was, she liked the arrangement, no attachments, no worries about someone feelings getting hurt if the other didn't show. It was just as they called it in America....a booty call and nothing more.