<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e9/Orion_Rav_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Orion Reed</span></span><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>Saturday, September 2nd, 2017<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>Morning, Dawn After the Sorting<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Ravenclaw Common Room<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Birthday! Bonfire Rumor! Library!<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Portishead | <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">The Rip</span></span>(https://youtu.be/kBOaLjtR4mw)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong><em>Scylla Cromwell! </em><br/><hr/><br/>The charming way Scylla seemed uncertain had caused Orion to want to make her certain of a good thing. She was curious how he knew her name and he hastily wrote with smoldering fire how he'd only known it last night from the Sorting. When many students were called and distributed to their House tables long before him, he had forgotten most of their names because he, a newcomer, hadn't made a point to prioritize memorizing them. This was an opportunity to familiarize himself, so by the time "Cromwell, Scylla!" was called, he repeated her name in mind. Such a unique name too, dated as far back as Greek mythology. After she wished him a happy birthday and offered coffee, he was convinced she was a good, kind-hearted person.<br/><br/>He nodded, oh yes, he'd like some. After sipping from his own quaint mug, Orion reacted with a face so contented it implied that coffee was one of the greatest things of this blustering wide world. Scylla seemed to brighten at the mention of the Library, but ... also withdrawn, seconds after, with shoulders slumped forward as if she had come here all alone and if he left would be scattered like a dandelion on the wind. This was a cold sorrow that either shot like an arrow to his heart or reminded him of the arrow already stuck there. He winced a smile to extend that invitation further.<br/><br/><strong>IF YOU DON'T HAVE PLANS, WANT TO COME WITH ME? I WONDER ALL THE KINDS OF BOOKS THEY HAVE!</strong><br/><br/>These words floated in the air, tiny flames licking up and fading away as shiny ashes and dancing fireflies, glittering with magic.<br/>He really did want her to be certain of a good thing -- of all the good things that either she overlooked or saw but did not grasp.<br/>If anything were to come of it, at least, he hoped to catch a glimpse of her chasing after these good things by the end of the year.<br/><br/>And he'd fight anyone -- just to give her that chance.<br/><br/><hr/>