<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/Silas_Rav_1.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Silas Cork (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13998460#msg13998460)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Silas might be a pirate...but without the gun and rum. (https://scontent-ort2-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t1.0-9/21728393_1466045260152811_4125076999215941572_n.jpg?oh=1f43d05bbc9b541c793af58b4cd34bc8&oe=5B451ADC)<br/><strong>Blood Status:</strong>Muggleborn<br/><strong>Wand</strong>: Dogwood, Phoenix Feather Core, 10''<br/><strong>House/Year</strong>: Ravenclaw, 6th Year<br/><strong>Date</strong>: Sept. 1st<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>10:30am<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Platform Nine and Three Quarters, Train Compartment<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong><br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>Your Makeup Is Terrible, But I Love You Anyway (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oqGJ7I75aTE)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Topher Dubois (Blythe), Loveday Marley (RedPhoenix), -OPEN-<br/><hr/><br/>It was hard to fight off the smirk as he heard Loveday comment about him being the only Ravenclaw not worth coping off of. He was okay with that. Not because he was against cheating, persay, but he didn't want people seeing his answers. Let them copy off someone else. Better they not see him changing his correct answers to wrong ones, "I only have enough blood for the upstairs or the downstairs, Loveday. Have to pick one and I choose the one that doesn't bore me to tears. I didn't hear you complaining about which light I decided to turn on last year. Plus, the Sorting Hat can be wrong. I'm proof of that."<br/><br/>"Bois," he refused to say the full last name, just to frustrate the other man further, "Yes, we're going back there, so can't we enjoy the last few minutes we have before having to go there?" he cracked his eyes open as his marks in Arthimancy were brought up, "Fluke. That stuff is pass or fail. It's numbers. You either get it or you don't," they weren't in it, they didn't know how the exams went. Silas had messed up and let himself do well in it. He liked numbers, he found, and it was easy to fly through the exam and just turn it in without changing his answers, "I hit on the professor too. So maybe they were just sweet on me to make sure I came back this year. Who knows, maybe I'll be the first to bag a professor before graduation," every word was lies through his teeth rather smoothly. Silas couldn't imagine flirting with a professor or sleeping with one. It didn't bother him to lie like that, at least not while he was doing it. It was something he would think about and regret later in the day. Right now though? He was fine doing it.<br/><br/>Rolling his eyes a little before closing them, he listened as Topher went on about Dinination, "I don't need fortune-telling to tell me my future," reaching up, he fluffed and messed with his semi-curly hair and tried to think of other things.<br/><br/>Knowing he was risking a swift kick from both of them, he smirked a little, "Did you guys know the Whomping Willow was planted in 1971? Is that so wonderful?!"