<div class="floatleft">(http://i1263.photobucket.com/albums/ii625/RainbowRian/859aafe2-6718-44f4-86cd-67e3d8cfe9df.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character Name</strong>: <em>Theodore "Theo" Belvedere</em><br/><strong>Who:</strong> <em>The Witches of Robichaux's Academy</em><br/><strong>Where:</strong> <em>Robichaux's Academy - Outside the Greenhouse, His Room,  Ancestry Room</em><br/><strong>When: </strong> <em><em>Friday, 13th of June</em></em></td></tr></tbody></table><hr/>The night previously, he had been outside the greenhouse, working on his gifts and studying.  Miss Goode was locked up in her room, well... who wouldn't be after the loss of a mother and leader.  Even if she, from how Theo had heard it, was a bitch.  The gift of fire was second nature to him, and usually he could do it without thinking.  He could control it when he was angry and it was like an extra appendage. Though this was because of early development and a good teacher.  He had never met the previous supreme, only heard she wanted nothing to do with her daughter nor the coven... a notion which made his blood boil.  After building a small fire outside with his gifts, he chilled out on a small blanket, reading books on spells and potions before unwillingly and unknowingly falling asleep.<br/><br/>He awoke the next morning around Five Fourty-Five, drooling on himself, from such a deep sleep, sprawled out on his stomach.<em>ew.</em>He thought.  He wiped his mouth clean and stood up with the pink imprint of the blanket across his cheek as he packed up and went back inside.  Theo went straight to his room, passing the bathroom where it sounded as though someone was taking a shower and laid his things about on his bed, not bothering with neatness for the moment.  He rifled for some pajamas and as soon as he had no longer heard the shower running for about fifteen minutes, he went into the sanctioned boys bathroom and took a shower.  The water was a bit cool for his taste at first until he turned the hot on a bit more and he soaped up, washed his hair and rinsed off, donning a pair of deep cerulean silk pajamas he had gotten from Cordelia for Christmas and headed to his room, falling asleep once again.<br/><br/>Theodore had begun to stir mere minutes before Cordelia called for them and had begun to get ready by the time her voice echoed from below.  He made his way down nodding to Cordelia with a smile and sat upon a rather plush chair, next to the young man he had went to retrieve with Cordelia, As well as a young lady he hadn't really officially met.<strong>"How are you today Miss Goode?"</strong>He asked with a grin, turning to Devin<strong>"And how are you as well Devin.. Did you sleep okay?"</strong>after asking to those know to him, how they were he turned to the young lady.<strong>"Hello,"</strong>He said in a pleasant tone and rather seductive sounding voice, though it was never his intent, just how he was.<strong>"How are you?  My name is Theodore.  Theodore Belvedere, and what might I call you?"</strong>