Yassen sat silently, amongst the sea of clapping people, observing the Sorting silently. He was not hungry for the feast but he just watched the proceedings with little interest. he picked up the silverware on the table, turning the fork so that it caught the light. Simple, yet an elegant design. Yet, designs were not important, neither was elegance in any particular way considered. What mattered the most is that the tool serves it's purpose well.<br/><br/>He tapped the metal on the tablecloth, replacing it and meshing his hands in front of himself. The tablecloth was used repeatedly over the ages, held together by webs of magic and intense amount of effort on the house-elves. He drummed his fingers over the table, waiting for the feast to start. He was Pureblood by default and could not see why the green-robed people at the other table were so worked up about it.