<strong>Name: </strong>Gustav Raubriter<br/><strong>House/Year:</strong>Ravenclaw/6th<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Great Hall, Ravenclaw Table<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Desiree, Gabriel, James, Darci (vaguely)<br/><br/>"Your German is good." He nodded approvingly, to Gabriel. "Though a bit on the formal side." This was not meant to turn it into a backhanded compliment; rather, it was an observation he made. He used more formal rather than casual words; but perhaps that was his intent all along.<br/><br/>"Yes, I am.  Though, as I understand it, there might be one more former student running about here, too." This was in response to Gabriel's question; though he was also hoping to see if the portly fellow might know who he was speaking of.<br/><br/>There is no sign that Gustav even has a wand on him; that's because he kept it in a relatively concealed leather wand-holster on his right wrist.  The holster, along with the sleeves of his robe, made the wand difficult to notice.<br/><br/>"My hair hasn't been spelled to be bright orange, has it?" He'd ask Gabriel, noting the cupcake, but not going for it; he rarely ate sweets.  His question was in response to the way in which Gabe seemed to be looking him over; but his attention quickly changed to someone else.<br/><br/>"It's really just a matter of politics." He would answer James, taking his time; one must remember that English was a secondary language for him, so it did take him a few moments to figure out what has been said, and then to mentally translate what he wants to say. "Nothing to be worried about." He'd say, his attention turning back to Desiree. The way he came across, was intended to give the appearance that there wasn't anything particularly special about his circumstances; he'd prefer others simply did not know about what was going on.<br/><br/>His attention would turn towards Desiree, and the thinnest of smiles tugged at his lips. "You are French, yes? If you don't mind indulging my curiosity, why are you not attending Beauxbaton's?"