<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, Aeric Chase<br/>-----------------<br/><br/>"U2? What are you, my dad? Or my mum?" Morgan asked, shooting Aeric a slightly horrified look. Mostly, Morgan ignored the rest of what Aeric said, happy he didn't have to explain his absence to the other boy. The pain from Morgan's summer was still a little too fresh to revisit so soon. Morgan was almost grateful for Geoffrey's comments. They provided an easy transition away from talking about the summer, even if their subject matter could be equally uncomfortable.<br/><br/>"Well, pureblood or not, you're in the Sports section. All right in my book," Morgan commented to Geoffrey, a little relieved to see he hadn't just stepped into a pile of blood purity politics. Those sorts of teasings and debates usually ended with him in some teacher's office getting a lecture on dueling. Several of the lectures he could quote by heart. But Geoffrey didn't seem to subscribe to that nonsense, based on his own admission. Morgan liked that, quietly listing him as an ally, before vocally enlisting him as an ally in his little verbal war with Aeric. "Say, you wouldn't happen to be done with your Arts and Leisure section, would you?" he asked Geoffrey seemingly out of the blue. "I hear there's a fabulous column on women's shoes this week, and Mr. Chase here could use all the fashion tips he can get. Could you spare it for him?"