Name: Xavril Robeson<br/>House/Year: Slytherin/6th<br/>Bloodtype: Muggle Born<br/>Location: Great Hall, Slytherin table<br/>Tagging: Jamie, Gustav, Daria, open<hr/><br/><br/>Humming along to the song in his head "Wouldn't It Be Nice" until he heard Jamie ask<strong>“Are you high?”</strong>Gasping in mock horror he puts his hand to his mouth.  "How could you even say that?" Xavril said, "how could you even think that?"  He took a sip of juice and was about to make a retort when he snorted into his cup as Daria said, "Why yes, it is.  Oops -- you said 'please' -- so, 'That is not my usual conduct'... um, at me grandmother's place!  But everywhere else, yeah." In response to Gustav.  Putting his cup down and wiping his face he cuts the stake into bite size pieces.<br/><br/>After taking another bits he clearly heard Jamie as<strong>She questioned outright while reaching over to fill her cup with some juice. Her nose wrinkled when he took a bite of the steak which appeared as bloody as it might freshly cut out of an animal. “I still don’t know how you eat that.”</strong>Nudging Daria, Xavril turned to Jamie and said, "It's really easy, watch"  immediately changing back into a wolf, sitting on the bench where Xavril had been.  Leaning forward and gobbling up the last few bites of steak, lapping at his juice and then winking at Jamie.  Xavril the wold gave Daria an affectionate lick on the cheek and turns back into his normal self.  "That's how Jamie," Xavril said, "Any questions?"<br/><br/><br/><br/>