<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/36/Scylla_Rave_3.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Papyrus;">Scylla Cromwell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14058728#msg14058728)</span></span><br/><strong>Blood Status:</strong>Pureblood<br/><strong>Wand</strong>: 9 ¾ | Pine | Rougarou Hair<br/><strong>House/Year</strong>: Ravenclaw | First Year<br/><strong>Date</strong>: 1 September 2017<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>Morning | Saturday<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Ravenclaw Common Room<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Inner thoughts<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>Todrick Hall - If I Had A Heart (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jkTdOjywqOs)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Orion | Open<br/><hr/><br/>Slender digits tighten around the small coffee mug in her hands. She only scaled back after the heat from the contents within became unbearable. She wished she was a turtle, able to pull into the safety of her shell. She wasn’t good with people. Though it was because she never took the time to get to know them. She lingered in her own form of solitude and tried to chase people away with a cold demeanor and icy glare. However, at the sight of the cat, she felt herself nearly relax. Such a sweet creature. Animals were so forgiven and loved it’s master for all their flaws, never judging, never regretting your birth.<br/><br/>Hesitating for a moment, Scylla pulled her hand away from her mug and slowly reached out to give the cat a little back scratch. She couldn’t fight the soft smile that seemed to show through stiffened lips. She wish she could have had a cat. Her grandmother didn’t like animals so when she got her first owl it was nice to have something to talk to. As eyes shifted towards her company, she tilted her head as the man patted his throat. Was he ill? She had questions but all of them were answered with a flick of his wand.<br/><br/><em>Hi. I’m Orion.</em>Orion, huh? Like Orion’s belt it was how she would associate his name in order to remember it. When he mentioned the cats name; she turned her attention to it and gave it another little stroke upon it’s head.<em>Mercury, huh?</em>She was going to introduce herself out of common courtesy but it seemed he knew it already.<br/><br/>“You know my name?” She asked him curiously. Her voice was low a soft whisper as she watched him rush to the window to fetch the mail his owl just brought. Then he scribbled something with the flicker of his waist. So he was half then? She didn’t dare ask because it was none of her business. Moments like these were fleeting and she felt perhaps her presence was as lasting as a rainstorm, once it dried up, it was long forgotten. “Happy Birthday.” Was how she’d respond. It wouldn’t kill her to be nice to at least someone in her own house. She was going to be stuck with them for the next many years. Though, it would only be a matter of time before she was forgotten.<br/><br/>She was unable to suppress another small smile as the exchange between cat and master was displayed. This was nice. Wasn’t it? “Would you like a cup of coffee?” She decided to take the risk and offer it to him. Though his words about visiting the library seemed to brighten her dampered mood.  Though she shouldn’t get too excited. Was he just suggesting that today was a good day for him to just to go the library? Was he extending an invitation to her? She didn’t know what to do, she didn’t want to assume. Her shoulders slumped forward, almost as if he was cowering, unable to read the situation that had presented itself to her.<br/><br/>What should she do?!