<div class="floatleft">(http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ljat8vvDbg1qarksao1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Korol Hunterson<br/><strong>Age/Year:</strong>23 - 4th year<br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Male<br/><strong>Blood:</strong>Full<br/><strong>Clan:</strong>Dawes<br/><strong>Wand:</strong>11 1/4" Willow w/core of Eagle semiplume feather (springy)<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Emily, Augustus<br/><hr/>Korol absentmindedly ate his food.  It wasn't that it was bad or tasteless, on the contrary, it was delicious, but Korol had been here for three years and the food was always delicious, the house elves were nothing if not great cooks.  No, he was thinking about several things and together they were weighing him down.  Finishing his plate, he got to feet just to move around a bit.  The table was filled with happy faces and loud voices, but Korol just needed a moment.  He walked over to the walls and ran his fingers along the tracings as he had so many times before.  The wood felt alive underneath his touch and he knew that in a sense, it was.<br/><br/>He felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to see the Headmaster there.  "Something wrong, son?  You look like you just sat on a Bilius Bush."<br/><br/>Korol was about to instinctively say no, but found himself answering truthfully.  "I'm just a bit down, Headmaster.  I only have a few talents and one of them is playing Quidditch.  I was hoping that maybe for my last year that the Dawes clan would put together a team, but we've hardly any recruits and...sometimes I wonder how I ended up in Dawes."  Korol hung his head ashamed that he would admit such a thing.<br/><br/>Augustus opened his mouth as if to speak then tilted his head for a moment.  "Come with me, son."<br/><br/>Korol blinked in confusion, but followed the Headmaster.<br/><br/>Augustus took them over to the Demopilous table.  Emily sat there talking to no one, looking over at her friend sitting at the Blackburn table.  "Miss Stone, Mr. Hunterson...Mr. Hunterson, Miss Stone," introduced Augustus.  "Mr. Hunterson, Miss Stone is feeling down.  She, too, has had thoughts of being placed in the wrong clan.  Perhaps you could talk to her."  And with a swish of the robes he turned away to deal with another issue, leaving Korol standing there in front of Emily, looking sheepish.<br/><br/>Korol spoke first, "Uhm, hello again.  I'm Korol...from outside?..."  He drifted off, not sure why he was even standing there.  He thought of and discarded some opening lines, and finally just spurted out, "So...the headmaster says you're having a tough day?"  Immediately he clapped his hand to his head and muttered to himself, "Sometimes Korol, you're an idiot."  Korol steadied himself, "What I meant to say, was that I was standing over there having a bunch of self-doubts.  I like to run my hand along the wall...anyway, I think the headmaster wanted me to cheer you up, assuming that would cheer me up.  So..." Korol gave a little flourish, "here I am.  Is there anything I could do to make you feel better?"