<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>Great Hall, Ravenclaw Table<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Lila Lovegood, Kylee Boren, Silas Rosier-Noc<br/>---------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>"Kylee darling, we'll send a rescue party once he bores you half to death!" Titus chimed as Kylee started off towards the Slytherin table. He was certain Lila would come down on him for that one, but the jibe was partially his own way of wishing Kylee a good day. The other part of it was some lingering jealousy. He'd made passes at Kylee before and been shut down. He'd made passes at most girls, really. That was who he was: entranced, amused, then bored.<br/><br/>Patting Lila's shoulder, Titus settled back into his seat at the table. "Relax. Valeris may be a bore, but I'm sure Kylee knows I'm just teasing," he said with an easy smile, happy to be on a more entertaining subject. "Paintings? About a dozen over the summer," ha said, pausing for a moment to think about what he'd actually produced. He'd destroyed at least that many studies and half-finished projects. "Three for my muggle friends, and the rest, well, they have to be seen to be believed," he laughed, imagining the riots of gently moving and blending shapes that filed his studio, the cubist nightmare images that frightened the more traditional portraits hanging in ancestral homes or Hogwarts' halls. There were none he'd hidden. He had sent Lila sketches of everything he'd worked on over the summer. He knew she liked his art almost as much as he did.<br/><br/>When Silas sat down next to him, Titus readily tossed his arm around the other boy and looked at the offered biscuit, prepared to return Silus's jibe with one of his own. "That's it? All you're offering me? Certain you have something better than a scrap of half-eaten biscuit? Me? The shining sapphire highlight of the Ravenclaw firmament," he asked, always ready to verbally spar with the Hufflepuff. Silas was on Titus's list of people who were never boring.