<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b4/Xerxes_Sly_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Xerxes Taylor (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13999400#msg13999400)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Cardigan, shirt, jeans and glasses (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/cf/c8/2b/cfc82bb49a5d3b7f74ba6182c26bb0fc.jpg)<br/><strong>Blood Status:</strong>Muggle born<br/><strong>Wand</strong>: Walnut with Veela hair core, 10 inches, pliable<br/><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin, 1st year<br/><strong>Date</strong>: September 29th<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Black Lake Bonfire<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Conversational<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Moray, Lyre, Jaxon<br/><hr/><br/>Xerxes listened as Jaxon responded to Lyre's 'fuck, marry, hex' and he smiled at the answer. Xerxes wasn't sure about his answer. He likely wouldn't fuck Moray - just not his type. He'd probably marry Moray. She seemed like a great person to have around as a friend. He didn't know enough about Lyre of Jaxon to figure out which would be best. His gut said fuck Jaxon and hex Lyre...but then again Jaxon was Gryffindor and Lyre was Slytherin. Lyre was also the only person that seemed to genuinely be willing to help Fergus who seemed utterly helpless. Maybe he would...before Xerxes could continue his thought Jaxon impulsively jumped into the lake.<br/><br/>Xerxes bit his bottom lip to stifle a laugh. "Well M...Moray?" Xerxes asked with a grin.