<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg157/onilobo/Marston_zps11eddc0b.png)</div><strong>Character Name (PC/NPC):</strong>Edgar Marston Harlaw Jr.<br/><strong>Year/House:</strong>Unsorted First year<br/><strong>Relationship Status:</strong>Sowing his wild oats<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Red Plaid cowboy shirt, cowboy hat, faded, well worn wrangler jeans, cowboy boots, rattlesnake skin belt and buckle. (http://images.luvimages.com/luvphotos/j/jason_aldean_in_a_cowboy_hat_and_plaid_shirt-1276.jpg)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Bern Carriage<br/><strong>Date:</strong>September 1<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Afanassii, Emillie, Rei<hr/><br/>Marston took the question literally, as Afanassii asked him about his lack of a wand. He shrugged his shoulders. "My mom didn't even tell us she was a witch for the longest time and after she did, we didn't ask questions. I spent my time learning to ride, roping, herding, football, lots of that, playing with wands was never something I cared for. Cards is another story...I play a mean hand of cards." He boasted, laughing as the jab from Emillie, not taking the jest serious.<br/><br/>His attention turned to Rei as she spoke about his father. He had not mentioned it an rarely did, rot did he like it being told. Marston fought to not click his tongue. "Well you are off this time, don't feel bad I am a hell of a poker player." Marston declared, dismissing the topic the young woman had brought up.<br/><br/>Emillie's announcement that they would be arriving soon drew is attention back to her then to the window. "Good, I'm in need of a good meal and a nap. It's the middle of the night for me right now."<br/>