<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<br/>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/>Titus hadn't been in the Great Hall because he'd had a more pressing engagement. Dull and dragging, Titus made his way to the courtyard to start his day with a John Player Special, burning the cigarette down to the filter before tossing the little piece of trash into a flowerpot in the courtyard. Titus knew he was a slave to his vices, but he didn't care. The nicotine felt good going down, and prepared him to face the multitude of bores that called themselves Ravenclaw.<br/><br/>A few students were anything but boring. Kylee Boren and Lila Lovegood were chatting at the Ravenclaw table when Titus finally showed his face for breakfast. After making his way over to them, Titus sat down at the bench and poured a cup of coffee, the other thing he liked to have to get his mornings going. "Ladies, good morning," he gasped after downing about half of the cup ob black coffee in one long pull. Moderation had never been a component of Titus's character.<br/><br/>Nothing in Titus's mind paid any heed to the hat's song. He'd been sketching through the sorting process, so he only half-heard the prophecy anyway. And besides, impending doom didn't bother him. It was just another subject to him, another thing in life to avoid taking seriously.<br/>