<strong>Name:</strong>Charlize Renard<br/><strong>House/Year: </strong>Hufflepuff/4th<br/><strong>Bloodtype:</strong>Pureblood<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Great Hall, Hufflepuff  table<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Alphonse, Serena (NPC), mentions the Slytherin table<br/><br/><br/>No sooner did Al mentioned Mori’s name than the feline raised its gracious head, giving Charlize a royal gaze. For a moment their eyes met in a subtle, yet tensed battle of the wills from which the curly haired student escaped with dignity, yet losing nonetheless.<br/><br/>“It’s..perfectly alright” she replied in a feeble voice, raising it succesfully at the last syllables and giving her reply the finishing touch in the form of a smile. Yet another chance she had to pass before getting to chat with the shy Hufflepuff.<br/><br/>Charlize would have befriended Alphonse better a long time ago if it wasn’t for his familiar, Mori. The two were like a single entity, like twins sharing the same spot, life and activities, but not friends. If she knew animals better, Charlize would have also found a way to keep Mori entertained by now, preferably somewhere farther, giving herself the chance to talk with Al more often. The idea of getting mice into Hogwarts did pass her mind, but she had no idea if the half-lynx found it worth its time to chase them…and then she really felt sorry for every tiny creature having to deal with one such as him. This year however she had plans of overcoming her fear. One way or the other, Mori was on her list, the “soon-to-be-friends with” list she kept mentally since the first year. The list was constantly changing, though the number of names never seemed to decrease.  By now she had ‘ticked’ most of the Hufflepuffs in her year, a quarter from the Gryffindor House and almost a half a dozen Ravenclaws. On the other hand there was also Danner who was probably the only one able to help in this matter. He was already a good friend for Al and highly tolerated by Mori, which was an ability worthy of the highest regard in Charlize’s eyes.<br/><br/>Her attention was caught by the ruckus started at the Slytherin table, where things looked as tensed as usual. In her imagination there will always be a grey stormcloud above that table, no matter the year. She couldn’t comprehend their reasons for always poking eachother in mean ways or their fondness for ill-mannered humor. The only one who in her opinion didn’t fit the description was Daria. Charlize had no idea how the dynamic girl ended at the Slytherin House in the first place and the thought intrigued her,even going as far as assuming that the Sorting Hat wasn’t really paying attention that time.<br/><br/>The Hufflepuff student missed Daria’s little trick, but was there when Gustav gave her “the look”. Now this one was certainly new at Hogwarts, Charlize had never seen him before and she knew<em>everybody</em>The blond student couldn’t be a first year, he looked even older than her so a transfer was most likely the answer. But from which school? Then her eyes loomed over Daria’s vicinity and Charlize spotted Xavril gulping down his steak with fervor. At least Mori had table manners. What an unlikely comparison this must have been to any other student, but for Charlize this was the first thing that came into mind. Another year at Hogwarts indeed.<br/><br/>“Did you know that Jamie hasn’t signed up for any clubs last year?” Serena told her matter-of-factly and only then did Charlize took notice of the green-eyed girl sitting next to Xavril. For Charlize Jamie was a mystery, an alluring one albeit the girl’s dark personality..or maybe because of it.  It was even more surprising to hear Serena talk about her, almost making her believe that she was into gossips.<br/><br/>“Don’t look at me that way..” her friend backfired half amused by what Charlize was thinking “ I only mentioned it because I’d like to have her with us in the Dueling Club.”<br/>“Serena, you’re not in the Dueling Club” Charlize pointed out, trying to figure out what Serena really wanted to say.<br/><br/>“Exactly…but if she joins, I might do it too. So far no one from the current line seems interesting enough for me to bother.”<br/>“..and you want me to talk to her about it, right?”  Charlize said getting the grip of Serena’s intentions.<br/><br/>“Insightful as ever, my dear” the girl replied placing a cupcake on Charlize’s empty plate.<br/><br/><br/><strong>Name: </strong>Basil<br/><strong>House/Year: </strong>Hufflepuff/6th<br/><strong>Bloodtype:</strong>Muggleborn<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Great Hall, Hufflepuff  table<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Danner, John Motte (NPC)<br/><br/>Danner was the first one to give Basil a smile and a warm one at that, making the young man ask himself whether he had something stuck between his teeth or around his lips. Upon Danner’s mentioning of the N.E.W.T  levels, Basil cheeks almost caught a hint of red (something he could also place on the wine if things needed further explanations)  He really forgot what the 6th year was supposed to be meant for and just figured that he’ll have time for Quidditch and nothing else.<br/><br/>“Not quite ready yet” he said, the sound of his voice sounding louder than he would have liked to. In all honesty, Basil would have liked to ask for help when it came to the actual studies, but he couldn’t do it while everyone else was around. He was mostly admired for his Quidditch skills, but everyone knew that other than Potions, he was pretty much mediocre in class. He wanted to add something else to his reply, but then John made his way over and offered  to discussion a subject more dear to his heart.<br/><br/>“Quite ready!” he replied shaking John’s hand and scooched over to make room for his Chaser. “This year I hope we get a better strategy in offense. Normally you Chasers start the formation on the other end of the pitch, giving the opposing team enough time to break it. I think next time you should start the formation faster and be in front of the hoops before anyone can stop you.”<br/>