<div class="floatleft">(http://celebrityimages.org/images/4570185/4570185_3.jpeg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Geoffrey Graves (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259664.msg12828994#msg12828994)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>17<br/><strong>House:</strong>Gryffindor<br/><strong>Patronus:</strong>Magpie<br/><strong>Sexual Orientation:</strong>Heterosexual<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Red T-Shirt, blue jeans, black gym shoes, and his glasses.<br/><strong>Date:</strong>September 2nd, 2018, Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Great Hall, Gryffindor Table<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Morgan Corlett and Aeric Chase<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Geoffrey coughed a little when Morgan asked him if he was the pureblood type. It was true, he had his flaws when it came to that. It came with the territory. He wasn't ashamed to be pureblood, but he knew what kind of people his family were. He was once that kind of person too, but not so much anymore. His friends had helped him greatly in that aspect, "I, uh, I am pureblood. Yes. There are a lot of us that would, as you put it, rather eat our pointy hats than have anything to do with muggle stuff...but we're not all like that. Some of us try very hard not to be like that. No one gets better by living in the past or believing in outdated ideals," that wasn't to say that he didn't stumble his words and say the absolute worst thing from time to time. But Geoffrey did genuinly try his best.<br/><br/>As for how he got the paper to begin with, he smirked, "I have some crafty friends," it actually wasn't very easy to get his hands on it and was a fairly drawn out story, "It's two days late, most of the time, but it's better than nothing, right?"<br/><br/>Aeric came over to join them. He only somewhat knew the other male. Silas was the social butterfly, but he at least knew their names, "Morning, Aeric," though the other had not offered a similar greeting before snagging an orange and talking about Quidditch. He found Quidditch rather dull compared to some of the muggle sports he'd looked into. Even still, he enjoyed it, "I doubt Skeeter will write down anything you say correctly and wasn't Lockhart an idiot?" at least that was the impression Geoffrey got from the way his mother went on about how wonderful the man used to be.