<strong>Name:</strong>Gustav Raubriter<br/><strong>House/Year: </strong>Slytherin/6th<br/><strong>Bloodtype:</strong>Pure blood<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Great Hall, Slytherin table<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Charlize, Daria, open<hr/><br/>"If anything was as easy as your uncle believes, Daria, then you could be a magical vet simply by loving animals, and a master herbalist simply by having a fondness for pretty flowers. Nothing is<em>ever</em>that simple or easy."<br/><br/>After dismissing her and her foolish comment for what he saw as being the murmurings of an ill-informed plebeian, he turned his attention to Charlize. "I would have to disappoint you, because even if I was interested in such a thing, I would need to verify that you are not entrapping me."  Like hell he's going to trust someone right off the bat.  That's a mistake that only fools make.<br/><br/>"I won't be the heir to ruin my family's good name. I'm sure you understand." However, if Charlize was paying close attention, she may very well pick up on the fact that he is presenting a facade. Of course he would love to continue his experimentations and learning; maybe even teach someone he felt was worth investing in.  But he is<em>not</em>going to be caught, and risk going to Azkaban, and that means being cautious.<br/><br/>"Hmm, combat Quidditch. I must say, I detest the sport, but back in Durmstrang, we did something similar. We did aerial duels on our brooms. Had three staff on hand to make sure nobody got killed, too. Their is something absolutely thrilling about fighting a hundred feet off the ground, wouldn't you say?" He posed this question to Charlize, curious if she had ever done such a thing.