<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 29th<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Black Lake Bonfire<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Conversational (to start)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Lyre, Moray, Xerxes<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Jaxon would like to stop right now and help Fergus figure out what happened to his pet, he would like to hunt down the person or thing that did that. Hopefully it is a thing and not a person, animals dont deserve that kind of treatment, and this better not be some fucking game with what happened earlier, using innocent creatures that just want to be with their owner is cowardly, even by Jaxon's standards.<br/><br/>He would like to do a great deal of things, however that would require him to have seen the moments events play out. Instead he only saw the rush of water and air rush over his closing eyes. His lungs fill with a mix of air and a little bit of water as he is pushed under. In retaliation he swims around Lyre, leaping up and putting Lyre into a headlock. "Trust me I'll be the first to bite." He chuckles in a slightly menacing tone.<br/>