<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, Andy, random people<br/><hr/><br/>Korol entered the main dining hall, taking leave of his sister.  He briefly ran his hand along the wall feeling the intricate designs carved into the wood.  He could remember when he was a first year.  After the stress of the Sapienta was over and the dinner was finishing, he had spent time just examining the walls.  He thought that the carvings must be imbued with some sort of magic and if he could trace the patterns, he would become a better wizard.  He had been placed in Dawes and though it was his mother's clan, he still didn't know if he was really brainy enough.  He often came back here during his first year to trace the carvings.  Perhaps it worked, he had certainly done fairly well for himself.<br/><br/>The Dawes clan table was still a bit empty.  They were often a distracted group; stopping to discuss facts or checking out some new thing.  It was not unusual for the Dawes table to be the last to get fully seated at dinner.  Even on special days like today, the Dawes could not help but be Dawes.  At least it allowed Korol to choose a prime seat to watch the first years' ritual.  He was very interested to see where the two girls would end up.  It would be nice to have one of them in his clan, especially the shyer one.  There was something about her that made Korol keep scanning the crowd to pick her out.  Oddly, he often noticed her looking his way.<br/><br/>Korol's eyes noticed Rodark as the Dawes Clan Leader made his way to the Leader's chair.  He studied him to see if Andy had said anything to him yet.  Rodark's pinched face didn't seem to have any animosity as he waved at Korol and welcomed him back.  Korol breathed a sigh of relief and returned the gesture, glad that Andy hadn't mentioned anything.  It wasn't that Korol hated Rodark.  It was just that they were a study in opposites.  Rodark was slight and always looked like he could be blown away by the slightest breeze and Korol believed he was jealous of Korol's physique, while at the same time putting Korol down because he was too much brawn, not enough brains.<br/><br/>Korol's eyes wandered back to Andy, sitting in her own chair at the Blackburn table.  Briefly he imagined her and Rodark getting into a fight.  He could easily imagine that Andy would pulverize him and the image in his mind put a smile on his lips.  Perhaps he would spend a little time this semester getting to know Andy.  She seemed to be a nice girl.<br/><br/>Finally, the groups had gathered and Korol swept his eyes over the assembled first years, he picked out several athletic young wizards and hoped that they would come join the Dawes.  They were getting desperate for some new blood on the Quidditch team.  Korol crossed his fingers on some of them.