<div class="floatleft">(http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lypz27CsnC1qjuf7f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Morgan Corlett<br/><strong>Age:</strong>17<br/><strong>House:</strong>Ravenclaw<br/><strong>Patronus:</strong>Stoat<br/><strong>Sexual Orientation:</strong>transgendered bisexual<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>black trainers, black jeans, chest binder, gray long-sleeve button up<br/><strong>Date:</strong>September 2, 2018, Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Great Hall<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Geoffrey Graves<br/>-----------------<br/><br/>Morgan had another question on his mind about the paper, but when Geoffrey offered him the Liverpool score, Morgan set it aside. Leaning in with interest, Morgan saw the evidence of the drubbing easily over Geoffrey's shoulder. "Well fuck," he started when Geoffrey informed him they'd fared poorly. "Klopp's a fucking idiot. Couple of quick big years and they give him every inch of rope he wants to hang himself..."<br/><br/>Morgan could have gone off about Liverpool football all day, as it was the team he followed most since it was closest to his home in Douglas. But the more he thought about football, the more he reflected the other guy, the one holding the paper. "Wait, wait... You're supposed to be some pureblood type, yeah?" Morgan asked, a quizzical expression spreading over his face as he thought more about the most pressing question on his mind. "That's so, then why've you got a muggle paper? And more importantly, how're you getting it? I thought most of you pureblood types would rather eat your pointy hats than have anything to do with muggle stuff."<br/><br/>While his words may have been a little antagonistic, Morgan's voice and face held a genuine expression of curiosity. Both the presence of the paper and the hands it were in were a small wonder to him. Morgan's brothers had always been too flaky to write much, forget giving newspapers to owls. And while he didn't know much about Geoffrey, old pureblood names got around. There was always a pureblood bully or two, especially when they were younger, who had no qualms about reminding muggleborns that the Graves, Rosiers, and, Weasleys, and even the Ancrums and Valerises  of the world were worth more than those with no magical heritage.