<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e9/Orion_Rav_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Orion Reed<br/><strong>Blood Status:</strong>Half<br/><strong>Wand:</strong>Alder, Dragon Heartstring, 10 in, Whippy<br/><strong>House/Year:</strong>Ravenclaw 1st Year<br/><strong>Date:</strong>Friday, September 1st, 2017<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Great Hall, Ravenclaw Table<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Sorting, Dinner<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong><em>Finley Clark, Silas Cork, Scylla Cromwell, Shena Trahlyta, Vale Sokolov, Morgaine Dale </em><br/><hr/><br/>The thunder from Ravenclaw table all the more motivated him to hop off the stool, silently thanking the Sorting Hat, and walked towards his new dorm mates. His ears rang sweetly. He could hear many shout and bark and comment and utter and remark and inquire ... all the while, he just smiled coyly without showing teeth. His face and ears reddened. Oh, how he wished he could enunciate something back. Just a simple thanks, or a hello, anything that returned a proper verbal greeting. A stammer, a stutter,<em>SOMETHING</em>instead of most final silence. He looked at the girls, then at the boys, especially Finley Clark and Silas Cork together, but then back to the girls shyly. One of them had confronted him directly, staring at him impatient with his lack of interaction. His mouth tightened; he was going to point at his crushed throat until Headmaster Amell gave his speech that warmly welcomed and gravely warned the first years.<br/><br/>With that said, the feast began. He shoved some food in his mouth and chewed.<br/><br/>His hazel eyes darted, gravitating towards Finley Clark and Silas Cork. Were they ... close?<br/><br/><hr/>