<strong>Name:</strong>Gustav Raubriter<br/><strong>House/Year: </strong>Slytherin/6th<br/><strong>Bloodtype:</strong>Pure blood<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Corridors<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Charlize, Jamie, Xavril,  open<hr/><br/>"A threat is a statement of intention to inflict pain or bodily harm. Dress it up all you like, but we have definitions for words for a reason. And now, you have threatened a Prefect." He waits a moment, letting that have a moment to settle in, before he continues to speak. "Now, as Charlize's own generosity of spirit has put me in a good mood, I, too, will be generous, and let you off with an<em>actual</em>warning. However, if you threaten or "warn" me, as you like to call it, again, I will be forced to deduct points from our House, and recommend disciplinary actions be taken. And the penalties will be even more severe if you actually assault me." His words were cold as ever, but possessed a smattering of aggression; if words could kill, then his own were like a knife pressed to ones throat.<br/><br/>"Now then, Charlize, would you mind if we were on our way?" And when he spoke to her now, she would actually find that he was capable of at least some modicum of emotional inflection. Their was something akin to a genuine respect being paid towards her, despite his word choice.