<strong>Name:</strong>Edgar Crowley & Memento Mori<br/><strong>House/Year:</strong>Gryffindor/6th<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Great Hall, Gryffindor table<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Stevie, Katrina, Charlize<br/><br/>"I dunno, though. I'm pretty full." He shrugged his shoulders, and drank a bit of pumpkin juice as he watched the birds some more; when they turned into more confetti, he  just blinked a few times, and covered his drink. Mori, meanwhile, heaved a huge, exasperated sigh; he probably wanted to hunt some more.  That, or he was upset that confetti was landing on him.<br/><br/>When Katrina mentioned the bird being tasty, though, Mori did something interesting; he rose up onto his hind legs again, and stared at her. His tongue would flick out, and smack loudly against his lips; he was answering her question, in his own, unique way.<em>Why yes, human, it pleased Us greatly.</em>Because Mori, of course, if he could talk, would use the royal 'we'. He's fancy like that.<br/><br/>When Charlize dared to point her finger at Mori, the cat placed his front paws down on the table, and bared his teeth at her. "<strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">HISSSSS!</span></strong><strong>Grrrmreow!</strong>" The feline was watching her as if she was a mouse, and as if he might just leap across the table and tear out her throat. He did not like being shouted at.<br/><br/>Edgar, meanwhile, reached out to flick Mori's ear. That was how Edgar got him to calm down, oddly enough; it was a reminded that the feline was not allowed to attack a student or faculty member.  "It's the natural cycle...of...things..." He would try to explain, but the confetti'd birds, and her subsequent reaction, means he just kind of quietly stammers it out, and it probably goes completely unnoticed.<br/><br/>"Probably astronomy," He'd say as he checked his schedule. "Oh. Nope. Simon Hall is where I'm going." He would shrug his shoulders, and look at Mori, who still seemed ticked off.