<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/ba/Topher_Sly_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Topher Dubois<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Designer black wizard apparel! (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/6b/92/91/6b9291094b4364150005423d4991e59d.jpg)<br/><strong>Blood Status:</strong>Pureblood<br/><strong>Wand</strong>: Red Oak, Basilisk Skin, 12 inches<br/><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin, 6th year<br/><strong>Date</strong>: Sept. 1st<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>10:30 a.m.<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Platform Nine and Three Quarters, boarding train<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Topher being...a dick about things he doesn't like.<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>#LessonsTopherNeedsToLearn (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zZwTQmj16iI)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Loveday Marley (RedPhoenix), Silas Cork  (Jag), OPEN<br/><hr/>He'd partied too hard. Was there such a thing? Could a person party so much that they subsequently became allergic to parties? Maybe that was what hangovers were--an allergic reaction to<em>fun</em>. Ugh. Still, Topher was looking forward to returning to school, even if he felt like his head was being savaged by a horde of wild pixies. And if his hair looked a bit like it.He'd at least dressed well in the designer look his mother had bought for him--black robes, black trousers, beautiful black shoes--the works. He was sable from head to toe. He'd been in a rush to get to Platform Nine and Three Quarters on time, and since he could Apparate...well. That had helped, at least.<br/><br/>Apparatng saved a lot of time, but it did not prevent a person from sleeping in too much, hence his messy hair.  He was looking forward to seeing<em>certain</em>people again. And some people he wasn't.<br/><br/>Because Topher had all the confidence of a fish in water, as he hauled his luggage to the train, he scanned around for Loveday Marley, his Hufflepuff rival and shouted, "Loveday! If you're here, just know that this is an open declaration that my House's team is going to bury yours so far in the dirt that you'll have to become zombies if you ever want to rise again!" That declaration of war thrown out there on behalf of the Slythein Quidditch team, Topher headed to the train. He wanted to get his luggage put away.<br/><br/>He scanned the area for anyone else he knew, a bit bleary-eyed., and he was looking at first-years. He wondered which of the new faces would end up being sorted into his House. Topher wasn't as fanatical as some about pureblood lineage, but he certainly wasn't<em>thrilled</em>at the idea that some half-bloods and muggle-borns were probably going into his House. It was the sort of thing that resulted in<em>lectures</em>at home. If any particularly unpleasant 1st year<em>dared</em>make his morning unpleasant, Topher would make their first experience<em>dreadful</em>/<br/><br/>He looked around for Silas. He'd been on good terms with Silas last year, right? He couldn't recall with his splitting headache. He and Silas had one of<em>those</em>friendships, the ones where he could never quite tell if he wanted to push him off a cliff or leap off together on broomsticks.<br/><br/>"Cork! If you're here, sit with me on the train this year!" he shouted, leaning out of the train to do it, just in case Silas wasn't on the train.