<div class="floatleft">(http://66.media.tumblr.com/a7f1444233a5c54afb96d542c55e3b3b/tumblr_inline_nh1odr2khl1qc4cgj.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Silas Rosier-Noc (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259664.msg12827109#msg12827109)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>17<br/><strong>House:</strong>Hufflepuff<br/><strong>Patronus:</strong>Sparrow Hawk<br/><strong>Sexual Orientation:</strong>Pansexual<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black T-Shirt, black jeans, black leather shoes, and a Hufflepuff Yellow pullover hoodie.<br/><strong>Date:</strong>September 2nd 2018, Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Great Hall, Ravenclaw Table > Hufflepuff Table<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Cassandra Smith and Professor Casey Perry<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Silas remembered everyone he met, much to the surprise of most people. Despite what people seemed to think of him, Silas was much smarted than he acted or looked. Sure, not nearly as well read as his friends, but he had a good memory. Much of the time, he simply chose to ignore what he remembered. He remembered some of the guys talking about Cassandra and how she didn't look like other girls. Personally, he didn't get it. A warm body was a warm body, so long as it was clean, right? Everyone, essentially, felt the same when you were trying to get a quicky in between classes or before the one of the professors did their nightly rounds, right?<br/><br/>Sure, Silas was human and he did have prefrances, but they were fairly flexible. He preferred brunettes, but what did hair color matter if the lights were off? He had a thing for tanned skin, but so long as someone showered he couldn't really care less about their skin. And there was always something sexy about a muggle tattoo, but what did he care if there was one or not if there wasn't time to take clothes off? And while he did enjoy being the taller one, if he happened to be shorter that just made the trip down for using his tongue a little quicker. Preferances were just that, a preferance. If people only ever got what they preferred, then no one would ever learn to enjoy something new. Not that he'd had the chance to explore any of that with Cassandra. He flirted with her same as anyone else and figured she was just too smart to fall for it.<br/><br/>So he either kept his mouth shut when the other kids would tease her or he told them to shut their mouths, "Gram would have a heart attack if I went to a muggle concert...maybe I should try that," he smirked playfully, though it faded as the new professor turned up. He rolled his eyes a bit before biting his apple.<br/><br/>He vaugly listened as they talked about music. It wasn't that he didn't like music, he just didn't like professors. Silas wasn't a huge troublemaker, but he didn't enjoy school work. It was dull. If it wasn't for Lucan and Geoffrey, he likely would have failed out of Hogwarts several years ago. Classes were dull. He would rather be out doing something more entertaining, "I thought that was what drugs were for..." he joked as Cassandra asked about muggles using music to get in touch with some kind of magic.