<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 Ravenclaw Table --> Exterior Lawn<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Sophie, Open<br/>-----------------<br/><br/>Morgan picked up a piece of toast and ate quickly and neatly, having had enough socializing for the moment. Still shaking his head at Chase and the Muggle Studies teacher and their terrible taste in music, Morgan drained a small cup of tea and headed out of the Great Hall. He had other uses for the remainder of his morning, and he didn't intend to waste the time.<br/><br/>Deftly bounding down the front steps of the castle, Morgan pulled his wand from his sleeve and pointed it skyward. "Accio Starsweeper!" he shouted, having mastered the same trick every lazy Hogwarts student masters as soon as possible. Normally Morgan was not this lazy, but due to his unusual summer and the distance to the broom cupboard, he had no desire to wait. Instead, he preferred to stand with his off arm extended to catch the racing broom zipping around the castle and landing in his grasp.<br/><br/>The Starsweeper XVIII was an older broom, outclassed by the latest offerings from Nimbus and Firebolt, but still capable of performance equal to or better than new Comets and Cleansweeps. The American import was an oddity in the Hogwarts broom closet, but Morgan didn't care. It flew well, and its characteristics lended themselves well to Morgan's reckless and loose flying style. Morgan mounted his broom and quickly shot into the air, zipping away like a bird towards the lake.<br/><br/>Mainly practicing zipping through trees, Morgan pushed the broom and his skills to their limits. He didn't want to get hurt, but he had missed most of a summer that would normally have been packed with Quiddich. Missing the U17 International tournament smarted as well, especially since by all reports without him, the Manx side had been a pushover. So today, Morgan pushed himself a little harder than he might have otherwise, testing the limits of himself and his equipment.<br/><br/>The Starsweeper XVIII had been outdated when Morgan got it, and unlike motorcycles, there was only so much maintenance could do for a broom. Eventually, they wore out. Morgan's was far from dead, but had begun to show signs of wear, especially at the limit. Morgan found one of those limits as he was flying over the lake, when he lost control of the broom in a tight turn, flinging him one direction and sending the broom shooting off in another. Morgan missed the lake and landed on a patch of soft grass near the shore, immensely thankful he'd missed the large tree there. Brushing himself off with a little wand work, Morgan noticed someone sitting under the tree, and his ego got the better of him. "I meant to do that," he grunted as he limped over to the tree to join the girl. He would certainly be bruised later. "Sophie right?" He asked, hoping he had the girl's name correct. He didn't have much memory of her, seeing as they were from different houses, and how Morgan had not made a lot of friends outside Ravenclaw.