<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/75/Silas_Rav_2.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Silas Cork (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13998460#msg13998460)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>School robes, but undone with this (https://i.imgur.com/wEHJNrl.png) under them.<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>Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Great Hall, Ravenclaw Table<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>"This is so boring"<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>Finley Clark (Mellific), -OPEN-<br/><hr/><br/>Silas was the last person to be a cheerleader for his house. It wasn't that he didn't like Ravenclaw, but he just felt the whole house system was kind of silly, to begin with. They were all here for basically the same thing, so it felt strange to divide them up based on whatever trait an old hat dug up from their heads. Still, others got a kick out of it. He supposed if he were more into Quidditch or house points, he might be as excitable as Loveday was about it all. Silas was nice enough a person to at least clap for the people who got placed in Ravenclaw.<br/><br/>The newest one was the first in a while to really catch his attention, "Damn..." he muttered to himself. The guy was cute. Like Topher level cute. Silas had his own code about who and who he couldn't flirt with. First years, since he graduated the first year, were off limits. It was the age thing and even Silas had the tiniest bit of morals about that stuff. That didn't mean he couldn't admire and just be friendly, right? Despite what Loveday might have thought, he was capable of being a decent human being when he wanted to.<br/><br/>Silas had a feeling he was going to regret it later, but he got to his feet, "Dammit Cork..." he cursed himself as he started down the table and filled the empty spot next to Finley with a smile plastered to his face. Everyone always told him that he despecively friendly and charming smile, "Hey there, welcome to Ravenclaw," he held one of his hands out to the other boy, "Silas Cork. Sixth year."