Name: Xavril Robeson<br/>House/Year: Slytherin/6th<br/>Bloodtype: Muggle Born<br/>Location: Great Hall, Slytherin table<br/>Tagging: Jamie, Gustav, Daria, open<hr/><br/>Xavril arrived on the train with everyone else. And just like every year he was eerily confused why no one but him seemed to be able to see the winged black....horses? pulling the carriages.  Because of this Xavril had grown accustomed to "stretching his legs" to get to school.  Xavril stretches a bit ensuring his wand is it sheath on his forearm and moving away from the crowd takes a few steps walking towards Hogwarts as his body starts to change and leaning forward he becomes the wolf running down the trail towards the Castle.<br/><br/>Upon arriving at the main gate the wolf's paws climb up the stairs till he is upright as Xavril resumes his form and walking into the Great Hall.  Finding an inconspicuous seat not to far from Jamie and Gustav.  He sits meditating focusing himself for the year that is to come and preparing to see faces old and new, friend and foe. His meditation is interrupted by a commotion outside as he hears a familiar person approaching.  "Daria has arived," Xavril smil.  Startled by the skid and fall.  Turning around to make sure Daria's ok and help her up onto the bench.<br/><br/>Smiling at Flitwick's confetti he watches Daria grab the platter and as he comes to the realization she's going to throw it he moves to stop her.  Just not moving fast enough as it whizzes off towards the bag. Sighing he pulls a rare piece of steak of another platter on to his plate.  Smiling at Jamie's comment<strong>"Do you expect candy to rain down?"</strong>" Dont give her ideas Jaime," laughs Xavril begins to hum to himself and the surrounding table, "wouldn't it be nice.....".   All the while keeping a spare eye peeled on the stare down between Daria and Gustav.<br/><br/>Xavril begins to eat his steak and potato's.....