<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, Jamie, Xavril,  open<hr/><br/>He had given some time for Jamie and Charlize to have their discussion, before rising up from his own seat to find the woman who had so thoughtfully offered to give him a tour. He was following behind Xavril, at a modest distance. Consequently, he ends up catching a bit of what the wolf-boy had to say.<br/><br/>He stands behind Xavril, about two feet between the two; consequently, when he speaks, it might shock the boy. "Well, at least we can agree on disliking each other, eh?" He says with a laugh that manages to somehow be devoid of all humor or warmth. "As for the spring-loaded holster, I am honestly surprised that more people do not make use of them here. It was a very standard piece of apparel at Durmstrang." Well, in the old circle he moved amongst in, it had been, at any rate. So his words are a bit of a stretching of the truth, rather than an overt lie; not that any of the students gathered were likely to know different. After all, what were the tendencies of a foreign school to these students?<br/><br/>"And I must say, I am curious. How is what I am shown, exactly,  of any relevance to you,<em>Hund</em>?"  He addressed Xavril with by a German word. More likely than not, it was something unpleasant or derogatory; why else would he adopt a foreign language for it? Well, could be that he didn't know how to translate it into English, but...<br/><br/>And, as always, he manages to keep his voice so devoid of emotion, that one might wonder if he were not cursed in some way. He spoke in a way that, to some, may seem unnatural, so devoid of feeling were his words.