<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>Teacher's Table<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Akiko Mizuchi, open<br/>---------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>"Please. Mr. Andrews is my father," Titus laughed as the new teacher used his last name. He supposed he should have expected the formal distance, but it still seemed strange to be addressed thusly by someone so young. Of course, it seemed equally odd to him that he should have to address her by her last name too. Mizuchi was distinctive enough that a moment's searching brought the association right to the front of his mind that Titus had been looking for. Akiko, who'd graduated four years ago.<br/><br/>Titus shook Akiko's hand and followed her down from the teacher's table, laughing a little when she asked him about his house. "Ravenclaw. But you can't be seven years gone from here," he said. "You'll probably get that a lot this year, us older students making no impression as kids now expecting you to remember us. But with a face like yours, you can bet we will all remember you," he smiled, shrugging a little as he flirted.<br/><br/>For the first time, however, a small nagging sensation took hold in him, as if this was not the right thing to be doing in this moment. It contradicted everything Titus had ever felt. Here he was, talking to someone beautiful as he always had, pursuing his passion in the moment. But for the first time in his life, he thought something wasn't right. But he stifled that confusion for now. He would process it later, with the proper tools.<br/><br/>"Flitwick was a hell of a charms teacher," Titus reminisced, thinking back on the short man. "Excellent in his own way. But you... If your talent is anything like the way you look, I'm sure we'll be in good shape, or at least those of us taking NEWTS," he smiled, fully intending to neglect his own exams. He didn't need the scores, only the knowledge from the class.