<strong>Name:</strong>Alphonse Lanselot & Memento Mori<br/><strong>House/Year:</strong>Hufflepuff/4th<br/><strong>Bloodtype:</strong>Pure-blood<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Great Hall, Hufflepuff  table<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Danner, open<hr/><br/>Bright eyed and bushy bearded as ever, some people might accuse him of being Hagrid's son if they didn't know better. It was all in the beard; though, their is also the fact that Alphonse is pretty much an animal whisperer, much like the half-giant. Stocky, too.<br/><br/>He was, as always, accompanied by his faithful familiar, a cat about three feet long, and a foot tall at the shoulders who strutted around as if he owned the place. It is often said, of cats, that they used to be worshiped as gods in Egypt, and that they have never forgotten those times. With Mori, it seems to be the case.<br/><br/>The trip on the carriage was fairly short and sweet, and spent with Al mostly pampering the monster of a cat, with scratches behind the ears, and strokes along the back and the like. Their were also several cases where his companions in the carriage received the evil eye from the cat, but, Mori never did more than glare.<br/><br/>Once they were inside the Great Hall, his familiar takes off, darting nimbly--despite his size-- through the crowd to the Hufflepuff table. The cat jumps up, and claims a seat at one end of the table, and the seat directly next to it, by stretching out on them both.<br/><br/>With a laugh, and a bounce in his step, Alphonse steps up to the cat. "Thanks for saving our seats." He would say, and just like that, the cat gets up, and stands on the spot that was not at the direct end; that was where Alphonse liked to sit, and Mori dutifully formed a barrier between him and the next closest student.<br/><br/>This was all done right there, around Danner's vicinity. The sight should not be unfamiliar; in fact, it's pretty much routine. Mori always sat next to Al, and Al was always at the edge of the table, so that he had one side of himself unexposed to house mates. Danner would also full well know that once the food is out and being served, Mori is going to end up with a plate of meat, and he will happily devour it, all while maintaining a nearly human-like set of table manners. Hell, the cat has more table manners than Al, who tended to be a messy and occasionally loud eater.<br/><br/>Occasionally, Al would give his friend, Danner, a sort of conflicted look. He never did like meal times, with how many people were around, and how much activity there was. It was unsettling for Al, who was used to the quiet existence on his family's beast-breeding farm.  Where, more often than not, it was just him and the animals, not... hundreds of kids.<br/><br/>Mori, meanwhile, was mostly ignoring everybody and everything, and just looking angry. Even his tail is flicking back and forth with sharp movements, occasionally thudding down on the bench he sat upon. Mori was not fond of the crowds, either; or, perhaps, the Familiar was upset because it sensed how uncomfortable his Master was, and the Familiar was not in a position to do anything to fix the problem.<br/><br/>When the confetti rains down upon  them, Al finally makes a noise; a short burst of laughter. Mori, meanwhile, just howls pitifully, because ugh, these brightly colored bits of paper are totally and completely messing up his fur, which he spent the entire time on the train getting to be<em>just right</em>.