<strong>Name:</strong>Edgar Crowley & Memento Mori<br/><strong>House/Year:</strong>Gryffindor/6th<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Great Hall, Gryffindor table<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Stevie (mentioned), Charlize<br/><br/>The half-kneazle might have turn its attention towards Stevie when eyes were focused in on it; but the fact is, Charlize was being far too bold for his liking, and thus, it was that woman who got the felines attention. His eyes narrowed at her suggestion. He held up one of his paws, and splayed out all his claws, whilst establishing eye contact with her.<em>If you dare to imply I will serve any but Edgar, I will gouge out your eyes and consume them whole</em>he seemed to be saying. This feline was actually pretty good at expressing himself; or, maybe that was just Edgar's interpretation, since he loves to analyze and 'translate' animal behavior.<br/><br/>The cat then turned its attention to Edgar, and meowed at him. Then, he raised up onto his hind legs, and patted him on the shoulder. "<em>Mreeewow!Purr?"</em>Edgar, without missing a beat, looked at his animal friend, then looked at Charlize. "Mori wants me to let you know that over the summer, I started practicing with enlargement spells for him.  He's currently asking me to use one, so I'd be careful if I were you." He spoke plainly, though; almost comically. He wasn't threatening her, and surely wouldn't oblige the feline's request in the Great Hall. He liked to avoid trouble.<br/><br/>The question was, did Mori actually say that, or was Edgar just making it up? He always did joke about being fluent in Feline-ese, but one might wonder if the connection of familiar and wizard didn't help him understand the feline better; and there were such things as parseltongues, too. Those who could talk to snakes. Why should snakes be the only animal that could be communicated with?<br/><br/>Still, though, the feline seemed apparently satisfied, and gave Charlize one last, withering look, before it attempted to eat more of its chicken; eating around the confetti.<br/><br/><strong>Name: </strong>Gustav Raubriter<br/><strong>House/Year:</strong>Ravenclaw/6th<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Great Hall, Ravenclaw Table<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Desiree<br/><br/>His eyes locked in on the woman who was addressing him, and his eyes quickly scanned over her face and body, giving her the once over. Afterwards, he locked eyes with her, meeting her gaze with his own steely one. His eyes were a wintry cold, pale blue in coloration; a stark contrast to her green.<br/><br/>"The Moirai are fickle goddesses. Some times, they like to mix things up, just to see what happens." He commented idly, his English flawless, but laced through and through with a distinguishably German accent.<br/><br/>Quietly, he wondered to himself, what she was scheming. He was used to the more paranoid feel of Durmstrang, where it seemed like everybody had a secondary--perhaps even a third, or fourth--reason for anything they say or did. Gustav would certainly be on the list of those who practiced the fine art of having ulterior motives, at least.<br/><br/>If her smirk was meant to intimidate or startle him with apparent creepiness, it did not do its job. He seemed absolutely unbothered. He would extend his hand towards her, deciding that no matter what, it would pay to be respectful to everyone he met; at least for the time being. He doesn't know what the student power structure is like... yet.<br/><br/>"I am Gustav Raubriter." He offered as an introduction, watching her closely; depending on how much she knows of Wizard and Witch families in other countries, she might be able to identify him as coming from a German family of known Dark Arts practitioners; which might very well raise a whole list of questions as to why he was here, and what he knew. After all, Dark Arts weren't as strictly controlled in Germany.  "Might I have your name?" Okay, perhaps that was too formal.  It sounded right to him, though.