<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d7/Xual_Sly_3.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Xual Cromwell<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Slytherin uniform<br/><strong>Blood Status:</strong>Pure-Blood<br/><strong>Wand</strong>: 10 ⅛ in| Double twist Aspen wood | Thestrial hair<br/><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin | 4th year<br/><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, September 1st, 2017<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Hogwarts | Great Hall | Slytherin Table<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Observations leading to Conversation<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>The Devil Wears Prada - Kansas (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Wb-BtTeaQg&index=55&list=PLx65qkgCWNJIs3FPaj8JZhduXSpQ_ZfvL)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Aaric | Open | Mention: Silas (Jag), Loveday (Red) Scylla<br/><hr/><br/>"Look at you man, leaving me your scraps like I'm hurting." Reaching for his water and drawing the rim to his lips for a sip. With a light sigh, yet holding his glass in his hand, he looked to Aaric. "I'm better looking though." He mused matching jab for jab. Of course, it was all in good fun. Each one of them had their own way of doing things. Xaul played things by ear, how he saw things, and based on feelings. Aaric was more cerebral easier to debate with and look at things from different angles that Xual could not. It was what made their relationship stronger; each made up for the others shortcomings. His eyes turned towards the crowd once more as Aaric gave his opinion upon the ladies.<br/><br/>"She'd break you." And as he continued he couldn't help but shake his head. The rest he just let wash down his back there was nothing really to say or add to it in his opinion. As the conversation shifted towards their new Slytherin mates in Hikaru, Xual had to agree. "I am also a better duelist than you." He teased. "I can handle my own just fine, doubt he'd want that face of his getting ruined, though I'm not the one who goes looking for a fight." He added taking another sip of his drink when the conversation shifted towards something different like that amount of students being filtered into different houses. Xual didn't really care but Aaric took a lot of pride in the green and silver. Then his sister was called and he listened as the hat sorted her into Ravenclaw, where the Cromwell's were suppose to be.<br/><br/>"Picking a fight with me, already?" He asked curiously not looking towards Aaric and taking the soft nudge of his elbow in his side. He cringed a little, leaning forward, with his elbow resting upon the table so he could nestle the side of his face in the palm of his hand. "Don't think she'd enjoy you much. You called her less talented." His tone of voice was empty as his sister looked towards their table and glared. "She won't be making many friends like that, what is she doing?" He waved at her giving a faint smile and ignoring the look on her face directed at him no doubt. His green eyes following her towards her table and the Crow - Silas that inhabited it. There was no bad blood with him and Silas of course and it wasn't like he could really tell Scylla what to do, did not really know anything about her. the only thing they shared was same blood in their father. She barely acknowledged his existence up until now. Should he be happy? With her glare? For now all he could do was watch.<br/><br/>If Silas looked this way, Xual would wave at him, as well. "Not sure I can stomach you giving her whatever you've contracted along the way." To Aaric with a playful smirk. "Though if you make her cry..." He trailed of not needing to say anything further. Aaric would know he was serious. He couldn't tell Aaric to stay away from her either. Not with the information he knew. The white and gold letter with the seal of Balor. It was different than any other letter because of the contents. Aaric knew what it was and never opened it. It got under Xual's skin one night and he opened it though Aaric really did not want to bother what it said at all. It was probably still hiding in a drawer somewhere in his room or used as a coaster for his drink. "She has more to prove than me, that's for sure. Moreover, I don't know anything about her. She hasn't returned a single letter since I found out about her." He said low enough for only Aaric to hear. "Though with that look she might send you back to me crying." He chuckled trying to turn the situation into something more pleasant. Xual didn't like how suffocating seriousness made everything feel. He wanted to relax and enjoy the ceremony, eat, and start the new year with some fun!