<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>Front Steps<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Lila Lovegood, Open<br/>---------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Titus was a hard one to surprise. Most social situations he could take in stride, with a wry comment and affected detachment, like a cheap knockoff Oscar Wilde. This wasn't even the first time he'd been kissed out of the blue. But Lila was different. She had been a true and steady friend for years, introducing him to the paintings and teaching him their names in first year. He'd spent time at her home, and had opened his to her, on the rare occasions none of his family were using it. So once she kissed him and ran off, Titus could only sit there on the steps, dumbfounded at her profession of love, and unable to respond.<br/><br/>It wasn't that he didn't love Lila. Quite the contrary. He'd simply never pursued her because he thought she had no interest in his obviously self-destructive lifestyle. He'd always seen her as much more anchored than his free0flying pursuit of hedonistic pleasure. In short, and in his own, strange way, he thought he wasn't good enough for her, afraid he would simply burn her and move on as he had with every other fifteen minute romance he'd ever had.<br/><br/>Titus took a deep breath and sat still on the steps, still processing Lila's insistence. Drawing a cigarette from the pack of John Player Specials in his jacket pocket and his wand from his sleeve, Titus muttered a charm and the tip of the cigarette in his hand flamed to life. Uncaring of what any teacher may see or say, Titus sat on the front steps and smoked nervously, still processing the morning and attempting to plan what he would do next. Anyone careless enough to join him would certainly get an earful of his dilemma.