<div class="floatleft">(http://img189.imageshack.us/img189/1462/sexyguy7kopie.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Talis Kallen (TK)<br/><strong>Age/Year:</strong>18 - a first year<br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Male<br/><strong>Blood:</strong>Half-Blood<br/><strong>Clan:</strong>Demopilous<br/><strong>Wand:</strong>Alder 9 and 3/4 inches with a hippogriff talon as its core<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Emily, Korol, Anyone<br/><hr/><br/>Talis had seated himself at the Demopilous table once the glorified drinking cup had spewed some vivid blue and green smoke. It hadn't really mattered to him which clan he ended up in, seeing as they were all equally unfamiliar to him. There hadn't been much motivation for him to do research on the clans the school was divided into. The subjects he was going to follow held more weight. Those were what would decide his future, and not the clan. Still, Demopilous seemed interesting enough to hold his often wayward attention.<br/><br/><strong>"Hey. Nice to see a familiar face. Sort of,"</strong>he greeted Emily with a friendly smile  and a slight chuckle as he seated himself in an empty spot at the Demopilous table, next to the shy young girl. Soon the headmaster spoke again and the festivities started soon after. His silvery irises scanned all the delicious food which had, quite literally, magically appeared before them. At least until he spotted one of his most dreaded foods not too far away: asparagus. Had he put the wrong sock on the wrong foot today? Or maybe he had messed up the coin toss ritual somehow?<br/><br/>With an expression of absolute disgust and repulsion he reached out with fork in hand, pushing the plate which carried the dreaded vegetable away from him carefully. It elicited quite a few chuckles and laughs from his new fellow clan members. TK didn't seem to notice though, too preoccupied with pushing the green devils as far away from his person as he could without falling from his seat. Once the task was done he sighed in relief, focusing his attention on the more appetising sources of nutrition. Baked potatoes, a stack of pees, and a nice supple piece of chicken cutlet.<br/><br/>He couldn't explain it exactly, but asparagus was the only food he despised with a passion. A corresponded of the Quibbler, after having sent them a letter about it at age twelve, had speculated that he might have eaten some asparagus infected with an yet unnamed and undiscovered type creature, which triggered a natural fear towards asparagus in him, so that he would not try and eat any of its kind again, even by accident. It was a very plausible theory, Talis thought.<br/><br/>Glancing over curiously, he noticed a somewhat older looking male had approached Emily with the elderly headmaster. The latter soon left again though. Korol, as the buff guy introduced himself as, spoke rather strangely, his sentences fractured, random or unfinished. It seemed like a classic case of Wrackspurt infestation<del>   </del>especially since he was slapping himself in the head like that. Unfortunately, TK had just eaten some garlic sauce, so the mouth to mouth method wouldn't work, according to the Quibbler. Still, the poor guy had to know people were there to help him through his time of need.<br/><br/><strong>"Korol, was it?"</strong>TK spoke up, looking up at the standing senior student from where he sat.<strong>"I know it must be tough, but don't give up. It's not hard to get rid of what's bugging you if you find the right way. If you need help, just say the word, and I'll help you in any way I can!"</strong>He smiled encouragingly, raising his fist to shoulder height in a "I got your back, bro!" manner. Naturally, his words could be interpretted as an encouragement of different sort though, seeing as Korol was actually trying to have a decent conversation with Emily, rather than suffer from a Wrackspurt infestation.