<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.stylisheve.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/Blonde-Hairstyles-2012-for-Men_24.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Titus Andrews<br/><strong>Age:</strong>17<br/><strong>House:</strong>Ravenclaw<br/><strong>Patronus:</strong>Hummingbird<br/><strong>Sexual Orientation:</strong>Pansexual<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black jeans, black turtleneck, leather loafers, gray blazer. Blue hair.<br/><strong>Date:</strong>Sept. 2, 2018 morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Teacher's Table<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Akiko Mizuchi, open<br/>---------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Titus smiled as he saw Akiko responding to his charms, flattered not a little she thought he had a silver tongue. "There's no reason particularly to be careful around me, Akiko. I'm just another young man with a passion for charms, life, fine things, and art," he said, returning her smile with one of his own before gently taking her hand and pulling it out, bowing over it and planting a gentle kiss on it.<br/><br/>When he rose and Akiko mentioned her talent, Titus took a skeptic tone, crossing his arms over his chest in a blatant attempt to want her to impress him, to seek his approval. Smiling as he watched the small armies of wizards fight, he found himself more impressed than he had expected to be. Her talent was what she promised. "I'll admit it, I'm not here for the extra work or the love of theory," he said, pulling a sketchbook from his bag and opening it to a page featuring a sketch of Flitwick, capturing the essence of the small man in a practiced and careful manner, shooting stars from the tip of his wand and singing in a thin, clear voice. "To me, charms is all about learning how to make Flitwick sing," he said taking a step closer to Akiko. Leaning in and whispering in her ear, he said, "I wouldn't say no to extra credit, or critique of my technique. There's a tower they let me paint in, and you'll have to come see my real canvasses."<br/><br/>Titus paused for a moment before withdrawing to a more decorous distance. "I'll admit I'm no duelist," he said, carefully pulling the page out from the notebook and folding it purposefully over the miniature Flitwick's protests of having his space restricted. "But Morgan Corlett in my house's been in the dueling club since second year. If anyone's interested in continuing that after Flitwick, that bloodthirsty nutter's certainly the one to talk to," he mused, passing the folded paper to Akiko. "Why don't you keep it," he said. "He was a hero of yours. You deserve a memento. Might have something better in a month or so if you swing by."