"Maybe. They seem too alive, to me. It's sort of freaky." Eli said, watching the frog jump around before she ate it. In his first year he'd tried to keep a chocolate frog, trying to determine how much like a real frog they actually were and for how long the magic on them would last. He'd kept it as a sort of pet for a few days before one of the older students, a known bully, took it and ate it. His eleven year old self had been more upset about that than he'd let on, and he'd yet to actually eat one of the strange enchanted frogs.<br/><br/>He saw her frown and looked a bit concerned, "What's wrong?" He asked, looking down at the card. He recognized Snape, him being one of the more fascinating characters of recent wizarding history in Eli's opinion as he not only taught one of his favorite subjects but was also a spy, a class of people which had always been seen as cool in muggle culture. Eli wasn't sure he agreed with that in general, but he did think Snape had been an impressive figure, despite his decidedly depressing life.