<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/7Xtr3Ny.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lucan Torit (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259664.msg12827934#msg12827934)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>17<br/><strong>House:</strong>Hufflepuff<br/><strong>Patronus:</strong>Nightjar<br/><strong>Sexual Orientation:</strong>Unsure<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>White button up shirt with top two buttons undone, black jacket, black slacks, and clean shoes.<br/><strong>Date:</strong>September 2nd 2018, Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hufflepuff Table<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Noya Kowalski<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>It was easy for Lucan to tune out most of the hall while he ate and went over his schedule for the week. Silas and Geoffrey always told him he was too prepared, but he felt like it would fall apart if he wasn't. If he didn't plan out when he would do what assignments, then they would never get done. Time was a precious, fast moving thing and he had to make the most of what he had. It wasn't like he planned out every minute of every day. He just made sure he had enough time to get his work done before he did anything else. Not that his schedule was usually followed. Silas and Geoffrey would see to that. He couldn't help but try though.<br/><br/>He twitched a little with surprise as a splash of tea crossed over his notebook, wetting the page a little. It broke his focus and he lifted his eyes to see where it had come from. He half expected to see Silas sitting somewhere nearby with a spoon in his hand and making a dramatic gesture with it, but no. He saw his friend, but he was wandering about randomly, likely looking for someone to bother for the morning.<br/><br/>Instead, he saw Noya dealing with her spinning spoon and cleaning up the mess it made. She wasn't too far away, but it was still early enough that the table wasn't completely filled up yet, "Need help?" he asked lightly as he grabbed one of the cloth napkins and started dabbing up the stream of tea that had started down the table, "Glad to see I'm not the only one that forgets to stop the spoon," not that Lucan imagined she had that issue often, "Nothing is ruined, I hope...?"