<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e5/Orion_Rav_2.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Orion Reed<br/><strong>Blood Status:</strong>Half<br/><strong>Wand:</strong>Alder, Dragon Heartstring, 10 in, Whippy<br/><strong>House/Year:</strong>Ravenclaw 1st Year<br/><strong>Date:</strong>Friday, September 29th, 2017<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Black Lake, Bonfire<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>A Magical Night, Conversational<br/><strong>THEME:</strong>Orion's Orison (https://youtu.be/KnLNG0WnGsI)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong><em>Open! Mention: Lyre Savage, Finley Clark, Scylla Cromwell, Xual Cromwell, Aaric Balor</em><br/><hr/><br/>The bonfire and the Black Lake may be the centerpiece, but Orion Reed's attention was occupied with none other than the wide array of beautiful students that turned up for Aaric Balor's event. The September of 2017 at Hogwarts would soon be officially over. That was the unspoken thought on everyone's lips. After all the jittery reservations in classrooms, dorm rooms, and hallways, now was the time as any to get closer. He drank liquid courage, making a little sour face at the note of black licorice and cinnamon. Ack, god. That was pungent. He looked among their faces: some brave, some vulnerable, some cocky, some irreverent, and some in need of validation.<br/><br/>He wondered if Scylla Cromwell would show up; he did plant a seed the second day in the Ravenclaw Common Room but wasn't so sure she'd come. Was her brother Xual here? He did not find one of them yet. He found it strange that the chatter can be serene and yet clashing chaotic. Orion tugged at his tie, smoothed out his plaid dark suit, and pursed his lips.<br/><br/>Orion found Finley though by a large creepy tree! He gulped, flashbacking to the way Finley's hand felt on his shoulder at Quidditch try-outs last week. Finley had always looked cute, very attractive in and out of clothes but tonight, he was dressed up for the occasion smoking a cigarette and chatting it up with a chary-looking Slytherin guy. Was he being given trouble? Orion wasn't able to tell. He took another unmarked drink and downed that too (ooh black cherry, were these drinks made with Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans?) before he was slow in the approach to them, waving gingerly. If his emotions were a perfect storm, then Finley's warm demeanor was a sure anchor to the calm eye of it.<br/><br/><hr/>