<div class="floatleft">(https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Max_Thieriot_(cropped).jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Jaxon Smith<br/>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong>School uniform<br/><strong>Blood Status:</strong>Muggleborn<br/><strong>Wand</strong>: Sycamore, Billywig Stinger, 10.5<br/><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor<br/><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, September 8th, 2017<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>Afternoon<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Outside of the last class for the week.<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Not much<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Darcy Fredrickson<br/><hr/><br/>He gently throws the bag into the air a few times letting the hardy candy bounce off of each other. "For this nothing, just my way of saying hello."<br/><br/>He straightens out his back a bit and looks over Darcy's face. Jaxon has a theory, every politically influenced person he has met give out more about themselves by their reactions. Every word they say as an action has been played out in their head a thousand times. Introductions, negotiations, termination, everything they can predict is boiled down to tried and true methods. So what do you get when you do the unexpected and unplanned? Sure she may just be the daughter of one of those politicians but let's find out. He throws the candy a good bit in the air set course to land in darcy's hands. He walks past her saying "My name is Jaxon, you seem like someone who might want to get something around discreetly. If you do I might be able to help."