<strong>Name:</strong>Alphonse Tartare & Memento Mori<br/><strong>House/year: </strong>Hufflepuff, 4th<br/><strong>Blood Status:</strong>Pureblood<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Astronomy class<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Nobody<br/><br/>Last night had seen Al spending a great deal of time setting up Mori's little nook in the room. A magically cleaning and restocking litterbox that insured that at no point would unseemly odors travel beyond the box, a large scratching post made of durable rope, with a small section of plastic spiky bits to aid in grooming (it helps to pull loose hairs off the cat as they rub against it), and, of course, Mori's bed; actually a large cardboard box that has a pillow along the bottom, and is otherwise lined with a roughly textured beach blanket, which Mori seemed to love.<br/><br/>Not that Mori did much sleeping. Every wayward noise in the room--Mostly Al tossing and turning-- would awaken the great beast, who would crack one eye open, and make sure that their was nothing untowards going on.   Not that anybody would want to go provoking the feline with those talons that look like they could be used to make someones insides be outside.<br/><br/>Morning came, and saw the flurry of pre class activities of showering, dressing, breakfasting, and hurrying along to class. Mori, needless to say, tagged along for most of that time, absolutely inseparable from its master.<br/><br/>However, when class time came, Mori knew that he had to stay out. The teachers did not like him being present, more often than not, and while the feline was wary of being separated from the Master, he knew that it must be that way. The great feline would thus be left haunting the school grounds, a flea collar on him, along with a tag identifying his name and owner, just in case something should happen.<br/><br/>Mostly, though, Mori just finds a nice tree to climb into, and take a nap in.<br/><br/>Al, meanwhile, was busy being one of the first to class, shuffling off to claim a seat in the back, where he was unlikely to be bothered, or end up bothering, another student. Besides, his vision was such, that he did not need to worry about missing anything from back there.<br/><br/>He looks at the sheet of paper that's left out, and the woods it contains on it. Looks like wand woods, he decides, after reading the first few entries.<br/><br/>when the questions are asked, he remains quiet for a bit, thinking over them carefully, even though others are already starting to go...<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Quick, quick, what's the answer..?</div><div class="spoiler_body"> <br/>Roll Result: TheHangedMan rolled: 3d6<br/>Comment: Magical Studies 3 roll for 1st question<br/>Result: 6, 5, 6,<br/>Total: 17<br/><hr/>Roll Result: TheHangedMan rolled: 3d6<br/>Comment: Magical Studies 3 roll for 2nd question<br/>Result: 2, 5, 5,<br/>Total: 12<br/><hr/>Roll Result: TheHangedMan rolled: 3d6<br/>Comment: Magical Studies 3 roll for 3rd question<br/>Result: 1, 3, 1,<br/>Total: 5<br/></div></div><br/>He gave his answers with an oddly dwindling amount of confidence; judging from his doubtful tone on the last one, he seems entirely aware of the fact that he just flubbed it.