<div class="floatleft">(http://img189.imageshack.us/img189/1462/sexyguy7kopie.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Talis Kallen (TK)<br/><strong>Age/Year:</strong>18 - a first year<br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Male<br/><strong>Blood:</strong>Half-Blood<br/><strong>Clan:</strong>Demopilous<br/><strong>Wand:</strong>Alder 9 and 3/4 inches with a hippogriff talon as its core<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Everyone<br/><hr/><br/>When his name was called Talis Kallen, as was the name his parents had given him, stepped forward, detaching himself from what remained of the unsorted first year students. Slowly his head turned left and right as he approached the fancy wineglass, his expression curious if not anything else. Unlike the pair that went before him, he was almost deathly calm, just observing the many faces that were present in the room. In the back of his mind he wondered if someone had cast an echoing charm on his shoes when he had not been looking at his feet. The sound of his heels landing upon solid rock vibrated through the eerily silent air. Digging into his pocket, he pulled out the doubloon, holding up in front of his face for a moment to observe its features. It was quite a curiously shaped one; almost a shame to toss it into an improvised wishing well.<br/><br/>An idea struck TK, both as a way to lighten the mood and give himself some good furtune. Last year he had visited the Muggle city of Las Vegas. There, in one of the numerous casinos, he had witnessed a man performing some sort of ritual to boost his luck, as if he were performing a castable version of the Felix Felicis potion. It had worked quite well, as the man threw a "lucky seven" with the pair of dice. Now was an opportune moment to test the Muggle "spell." Leaving the doubloon lying flat in his palm he pressed his hands against each other and started moving them back and forth in opposite directions.<br/><br/>Bringing his mouth closer to his hands, he softly, but still very audibly for those around him, said,<strong>"Come on... Daddy needs a new car!"</strong>repeating the Muggle man's words. With his eyes locked on the goblet TK stepped forward, tossing the doubloon high up into the air. It flew straight up a good five or six feet before gravity did its not so magical thing and pulled the coin back down to to earth. With a small arch it landed dead centre in the goblet, creating ripples in the liquid's surface which soon settled again. Completing the Muggle ritual, Talis stood slightly hunched over with a tense, almost anxious expression gracing his slim facial features, fingers tightly crossed.