<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Silas_Rav_1.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Silas Cork (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13998460#msg13998460)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Silas might be a pirate...but without the gun and rum. (https://scontent-ort2-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t1.0-9/21728393_1466045260152811_4125076999215941572_n.jpg?oh=1f43d05bbc9b541c793af58b4cd34bc8&oe=5B451ADC)<br/><strong>Blood Status:</strong>Muggleborn<br/><strong>Wand</strong>: Dogwood, Phoenix Feather Core, 10''<br/><strong>House/Year</strong>: Ravenclaw, 6th Year<br/><strong>Date</strong>: Sept. 1st<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>10:30am<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Platform Nine and Three Quarters, Train Compartment<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Silas makes everyone uncomfortable<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>Your Makeup Is Terrible, But I Love You Anyway (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oqGJ7I75aTE)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Topher Dubois (Blythe), Loveday Marley (RedPhoenix), -OPEN-<br/><hr/><br/>It wasn't beyond him that he'd effictively shut down all previous conversations. He'd pissed off Loveday and he'd made Topher uncomfortable. This wasn't uncommon. He knew how to get to Loveday and Topher both. As much as he seemed to disregard other people's feelings, Silas was well aware of people's feelings. He just prefered to use them against people. It was why he didn't really have any friends. Topher and Moray were the closest he came to having friends, but even they were limited in what they got from him. He kept as much to himself as he possibly could. The few times he sat down and had a real talk with someone, all he talked about was how he wished he wasn't stuck helping his grandfather with the hotel. He never really went deeper than that. There was no point in it. There was nothing to be gained from close relationships. Better to use what he knew about people to make them glad he was out of their lives some day.<br/><br/>He saw the look on Loveday's face. She tried her best to hide it, but he noticed it. Mostly because it's what he was looking for. He wanted her to feel hurt. Eventually, he hoped she would realize what an ass he was and stop hounding him. One day, he'd say something cruel to her like with the cigarette and instead of getting hurt about it, she'd just roll her eyes and walk away. It wasn't his fault she was taking longer than the other ones to get it.<br/><br/>Just as he knew how his words would affect Loveday, he knew how they would affect Topher as well. He watched the other man's face go red and how his body tensed. It shut the other man down. At some point, Topher wouldn't put up with him anymore and refuse his company. There were only a handful of people left in his life to push away. Topher and Loveday were two of them.<br/><br/>Leaning back in his seat, deep down feeling terrible about the things he'd said purposely knowing what would happen, but outwardly keeping a careless appearance. Rudely, he flicked the cigarette across the compartment, letting it hit Loveday in the leg as Topher tried to start a new subject. Classes. Time for him to zone out. Silas had no interest in talking about classes. All he had to do was pass. What was the point in trying to do better than average?<br/><br/>When the Sorting Hat first announced that he was to be in Ravenclaw, he hadn't really known what that meant. It wasn't till talking to the older Ravenclaws that he realized he was supposed to be 'smart' in some way. That when it came down to the bare basics, people expected Ravenclaws to be intelligent. More than that, that they wanted to learn and were curious about seeking out knowledge in the world. It was very upsetting to some of his housemates when he seemed to lack all of those things. They didn't see him getting every answer on a test right and going back to purposely change just enough to give him a mark that was just barely passing. They didn't know that he wished he could leave the hotel and have a life of his own. All they saw was what he wanted them to see. A guy who only cared about getting his rocks off and would probably end up stocking shelves in a shop somewhere for the rest of his life. Silas was okay with that.<br/><br/>"If you all are gonna talk about school, I'm gonna go back to sleep," he groaned before leaning up against the window and closing his eyes.