<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 , Charlize<br/><br/>"I'm sure you'll have someone nice at your side." He says, speaking rather happily. "Personally, though, I'll probably just go cat form and go trotting off into the snow." Edgar doesn't really like parties. Eating in the Great Hall, which he usually did pretty quickly, was bad enough; hours and hours of being with the entire student and faculty population, trapped in a room that he was quite certain was simply not big enough? Nope. Nope, nope, nope, not happening.<br/><br/>His eyes flickered a bit between Stevie and Charlize, but mostly, he just kept quiet and watched; kind of like a cat does. Just sitting back, observing. When the birds suddenly show up, he stares blankly at them, and just... well, actually remains calm. Mori, meanwhile, has different ideas.<br/><br/>The large feline stands up on his hind legs again, and swats at the air at a passing bird; he doesn't get it, but he does end up ripping a feather right off it, and sending it crashing off course. "<strong>Hisss!</strong><em> Grrrmreow!</em>" the animal lets loose a terrifying sound as it glares with unspeakable malevolence at the winged fiends.<br/><br/>A second bird does not fair as well as the first, when Mori actually jumps straight up into the air, and drags it out of the air. Frenzied flapping of wings does little to help the avian escape from the clutches of the evil feline, who drags his prey underneath the table, where he can consume it with glee and relative privacy.<br/><br/>Edgar, meanwhile, just doesn't seem to really care that his familiar just did that. That was the cycle of life in action, it was nature; he respected it.