<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=261273.msg12892601#msg12892601)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>17<br/><strong>House:</strong>Hufflepuff<br/><strong>Patronus:</strong>Sparrow Hawk (http://pre05.deviantart.net/e82e/th/pre/f/2011/272/a/b/sparrow_hawk_by_smudger_muhudger-d3crazx.jpg)<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>Astronomy Tower<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jaedan Connolly - Closed<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Silas was sure most didn't expect anything of him. He was the goof-off. The one who didn't seem to take anything seriously, but he did. There were a lot of things he took seriously. Death was one of them. Her mention of seeing her brother at St. Mungo's got to him. He'd had to go visit his father there a few times when his grandmother wasn't able to take care of him in one of his fits. Silas knew what that was like. The mediwitches and wizards did their best to keep the place from feeling too dreary, but it was still a hospital and it was cold and sterile. Everyone who came and went from the ward pretended to be happy and cheery, but none of them were. Plastered on smiled and fake small talk. There was nothing quite like the feeling of sitting next to someone and talking to them and pretending they had answered you so you can continue the conversation; meanwile, that person is staring off at the wall or ceiling with a glazed look in their eye. Never being quite sure if they can hear you or not. Silas didn't wish that on anyone.<br/><br/>Jaed wasn't a bad person, no matter what she wanted other people to believe. Even if she was, he couldn't imagine anyone he knew being bad enough to deserve thinking about death or having to see someone they cared about ending up on<em>that</em>floor of St. Mungo's.<br/><br/>"There's no such thing as a future set in stone," he said when she said that if he didn't want her to die, then she had to help her find a way to stop it, "If my past says anything, I can always find a way," it was said more teasingly and mostly referencing his sexual history. Granted he had been slapped a lot, but it didn't change the fact that he had succeeded.<br/><br/>When she agreed that she wanted to get out of here, he smiled, "If I had thought of this earlier, then we wouldn't have started this conversation at all," though part of him was sure she would have preferred that, "Picked this one up from a witch from America. She used to send me love letters like this...till I slept with her cousin from Manchester," he went over to her sketch book and tore out a page, "Sorry, but it's for the greater good," he wrote a quick note on it and  started folding it up till it resembled a crude looking mouse, or some kind of weirdly shaped four legged creature, "Okay. Now go find Lucan.<em>Paper ad Vitam</em>," he tapped his wand on the paper and it puffed up and sprang to life. It hobbled and limped around on the table for a minute before Silas nudged it off the table, "Come on. Go find Lucan."<br/><br/>It finally got the hang of walking and skittered towards the window. It went over the ledge and disappeared, "Well, if it works, he should be up here soon to unlock the door. Assuming it can at least be unlocked from the outside. If not, he'll just lecture us through the door."<br/><br/>"Sooooo...how was your summer?" he asked playfully, trying to make her smile a little.