<div class="floatleft">(http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lypz27CsnC1qjuf7f.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Morgan Corlett<br/><strong>Age:</strong>17<br/><strong>House:</strong>Ravenclaw<br/><strong>Patronus:</strong>Stoat<br/><strong>Sexual Orientation:</strong>transgendered bisexual<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>black trainers, black jeans, chest binder, gray long-sleeve button up<br/><strong>Date:</strong>September 2, 2018, Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Great Hall<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Geoffrey Graves<br/>-----------------<br/><br/>Morgan took his sweet time in the mornings, especially early in the school year. He'd learned hard lessons about the value of starting things out right, so he took extra care with his appearance in the early days of a term, picking his clothing carefully and taking the time to style his hair. Fauxhawks might not be the most complicated hairdo on earth, but Morgan took the time to do it right, to do it manually with hair gel. Having seen some of the effects his aspen wand could create, some of the damage it could do, Morgan was careful not to put it any closer to his head than he had to, so magicking his hair into behaving in the morning was right out.<br/><br/>Descending to the main hall from the Ravenclaw tower, Morgan chewed on the sorting hat's message from the night before. Unlike the chatter around him, which indicated most students viewed the warning with trepidation or blithe dismissal, Morgan was eager. The hat promised a great fight to come, and Morgan had never been one to back away from a fight, loving martial magic for its own sake, for the way it filtered the strong from the weak. What the Sorting Hat promised seemed to Morgan like a test unlike any he'd encountered yet.<br/><br/>Morgan was about to take his place at the Ravenclaw table, when he spotted something odd a couple tables down, past the Hufflepuffs at the Gryffindor table. Someone there appeared to be reading a broadsheet of some kind, but the large image on the front of the page stood stock still, and the design didn't look like the man in charge of layout was insane. The fact it was a broadsheet was not unusual; many students had Daily Prophet subscriptions, and some even received lesser papers from their homes. But muggle papers were uncommon indeed. His curiosity piqued, Morgan decided breakfast could wait, and slid down the hall to learn a little about what was up with the paper.<br/><br/>When he arrived, Morgan tapped Geoffrey on the shoulder and extended his hand. "Graves, right? Morgan Corlett," he said as an introduction, still looking at the paper. By now he was absolutely certain it was a muggle paper. He could even see names he recognized on the sports page. "I've two questions for you," he asked, pointing down at the paper. "Is that a proper muggle paper, for one?  For two, has it got the football results in it? I'm dying to know how Liverpool fared."