Christopher Todd Conklin
Seventh year Slytherin
The sun rose into the sky, shining down upon Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, causing a certain seventh year Slytherin's eyelids to flutter open, exposing his baby blue eyes. Christopher Todd Conklin was this seventh year Slytherin, he had dirty blond hair and a rather muscular body. Christopher, or Chris as he was more commonly known as, was a Quidditch player. He was Captain of the Quidditch team and he was also a Beater, which was the reason why had to be so fit. Chris sat up in bed, stretching out his arms as he yawned, then he looked around at the dorm room. Chris sighed lightly and slid out of bed, then walked up to his bag to grab his uniform. Once he did so, Chris changed into his robes and followed the other students into the common room after attaching his Head Boy badge on his robe. Chris wasn't exactly a perfect student, but because he was on of the few Prefects who didn't treat Muggleborns poorly, he was chosen to become Head Boy. Chris didn't mind, it gave him more power, though many Slytherin's weren't too fond of him once they discovered the reason why he had been promoted. Chris didn't let their comments affect him, though at times he couldn't help but be offended, even if he was quite used to them. Chris frowned and shrugged off his thoughts, he knew that they would do him no good.
Chris greeted a fellow seventh year male in the common room, the two immediately discussed the upcoming Quidditch game as they exited the common room, then walked up a flight of stairs to leave the dungeons. The upcoming game was Slytherin vs. Hufflepuff, Chris knew that they would win, Hufflepuff was simply pathetic. Even Ravenclaw and Gryffindor were better than them. Chris and the male laughed together, they both knew that it was true. They continued to walk through the corridors of the old castle, heading to the Great Hall for breakfast, as they did every morning. Hopefully someone had the Daily Prophet, Chris liked to keep up with the news and his subscription had just ended and he kept forgetting to renew it. Chris and his friend went their separate ways once they entered the Great Hall, Chris sat down next to another good friend of his. Chris was sitting across from Bellatrix Black, the most beautiful female in the school, in Chris's opinion. He didn't tell her that, in a way he was rather frightened of her and he didn't know if she had a boyfriend, anyway. Chris mentally sighed and grabbed a few things to eat, chatting briefly with his friend. They were discussing classes. Chris was a brilliant student when it came to Potions and Herbology, they were his favorite classes. His professors seemed to enjoy praising him, he was always pleased when he received these praises, though his fellow students weren't.
Chris took a bite of his scrambled eggs, then glanced briefly at Bellatrix, or Bella as she was known by friend. When he looked away, his eyes lingered on his eggs, he was debating on whether or not he should say anything to her. "Good morning, Bellatrix," he said after a moment, "did you hear about the recent killings?" he asked curiously. Chris heard distant talk of it, it was a common topic nowadays, Chris wasn't too sure how he felt about the whole situation. The Dark Lord's power was amazing, he wondered what it would be like to have that power, though he knew it would never be possible for him to have it. Though, becoming one of his followers... that would give him an opportunity to become incredibly powerful. The problem was, Chris wasn't sure if he would be able to handle the murders and Dark Magic. Chris ran his fingers through his hair, focusing his attention back on Bellatrix, he then was suddenly curious if she was interested in the Dark Arts. She certainly seemed the type, but Chris didn't dare ask her, in case she really wasn't the type. Students were occasionally punished if they spoke of the Dark Arts, but it depending on how they spoke of it. Chris rubbed his chin, he couldn't afford to be in trouble, his parents wouldn't be pleased. Chris was Pureblood and he was expected to keep his family name in the light. If professors thought poorly of him because he was in trouble, his parents wouldn't be pleased.
out of condoms: I just realized that I created this roleplay in the wrong forum. Oh well ~