<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ad/Silas_Rav_4.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Silas Cork (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13998460#msg13998460)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Looking like a decent human being...plus a Hufflepuff scarf</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.imgur.com/bU6sktV.jpg)</div></div><br/><strong>Blood Status:</strong>Muggleborn<br/><strong>Wand</strong>: Dogwood, Phoenix Feather Core, 10''<br/><strong>House/Year</strong>: Ravenclaw, 6th Year<br/><strong>Date</strong>: Tuesday, Sept. 5th<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>Evening, after classes, around 7:30-8:00pm<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Sitting at the bottom of the staircase that leads up to Ravenclaw tower<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong><br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Mentioning: Loveday Marley (RedPhoenix), -OPEN-<br/><hr/><br/>The first few days of classes were always a bit chaotic. There were some professors that were more lenient on the first day than others. Some jumped right into assigning homework and classwork, where others would take the first two days to just go over outlines for the term. While Professor Cliffspire hadn't exactly assigned anything specific for Arithmancy, he was still looking over his number charts from the year before. He was jotting down notes from the class today. He could have taken notes while in class, but that would make it look like he was paying attention. Professor Cliffspire didn't approve of distractions in the classroom, so he chose to just sit quietly and look like he was bored out of his skull. Waiting until after class and managing to write down his notes from memory.<br/><br/>Silas was sure most were still in the hall having dinner. It was a good time to skim through some of his textbooks and parchments. He could have found a more private place to do it, but this was good enough for now.<br/><br/>As he sat, he played with the end of the yellow and black scarf around his neck. It wasn't cold in the castle or even outside. The weather was actually fairly agreeable. Even if it were cooler out, it was the wrong house colors. Silas had managed to snatch Loveday's scarf. How he obtained it, he would never tell. People asked him why he tried to rile her up when his goal was to get her to leave him alone. As always, there was a method to Silas' madness. He firmly believed if he taunted her enough, she would start to hate him like she should have months ago. Eventually, she would notice the scarf missing and track it down to him. Till then, he'd wear it constantly and deal with the fallout till it happened.<br/><br/>Back against the wall, seated across the bottom stair, Silas quietly looked at his charts and wondered what his grandfather was doing.