<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/7Xtr3Ny.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lucan Torit (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259664.msg12827934#msg12827934)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>17<br/><strong>House:</strong>Hufflepuff<br/><strong>Patronus:</strong>Nightjar<br/><strong>Sexual Orientation:</strong>Unsure<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>White button up shirt with top two buttons undone, black jacket, black slacks, and clean shoes.<br/><strong>Date:</strong>September 2nd 2018, Morning<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>-OPEN- | Eating quietly<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Prophecies were strange things. Lucan had read up on them quite a bit over the years. There were thousands of prophecies out in the world. It was easy enough for a prophecy to be spouted off, but someone had to act on it. Something had to jump start it to get it going. As far back as he could research about it, no prophecy just<em>happened</em>. Someone had to do something to make it come true. Out of the thousands of prophecies that had been made, only a handful or so ended up actually coming true. Given the statistics, he was hardly put off by the words spoken the night before by the Sorting Hat. What were the chances of it actually coming true or it being one of the rare ones that didn't need something to jump start it? Very slim, he figured if he went through the math. Even still, he had written it down and planned on dissecting it once he had free time. It never hurt to be prepared, right?<br/><br/>For now, he was drinking a cup of black coffee and eating a piece of buttered toast. Extra butter on his food was not allowed in his grandparents home. His Grandmother Torit said he had a 'fat' face and needed to cut out that extra butter. But when he was at Hogwarts, she couldn't keep him from doing it. Lucan didn't care that his face was less defined than other guys his age. If he had to eat, then he would rather enjoy what he was eating. A little butter never killed anybody.<br/><br/>He was scanning through his notebook filled with the papers he had to write and his class work for the week. Lucan intended on going into the Ministry for work when he graduated. He was willing to start at an intern level and work his way up, but in the end, he wanted to be head of the International Affairs Division. This generally meant that there were few classes he wasn't taking. He did have a few free periods though. More than he had last year. It would be nice to have a little break. Though he had a feeling that Silas would use that as an excuse to drag him around to places and to do things he wasn't entirely comfortable with. Secretly, he enjoyed the forced interactions. If he couldn't make himself be sociable, then at least he had a friend that could make him do it.