<strong>Name:</strong>Xavril<br/><strong>House/Year:</strong>Slytherin, 6th<br/><strong>Bloodstatus:</strong>MuggleBorn<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Great Hall<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Daria, Jamie, Charlize, open<br/><hr/><br/><strong>"I'd pay more attention to it if they allowed it on the pitch.  Ooh.  'Combat Quidditch.'  <em>Cool</em>."</strong>"Now there's a thought," Xavril muttered, "Would have to learn how to aim and a wand at a moving target from a moving target though"  Shaking his head, "like that's ever going to be allowed at school."  Pushing his plate away, "alright no more or I'll want to howl."  He knew Charlize had seen him earlier and he was curious if this would be the year he goaded her into her actually telling him why she didn't like him being a wolf.  He made his comment loud enough that she had heard him but he didn't turn to see her response.<br/><br/><br/>His eyes instead were caught by Jamie's green ones.  He had always had the though that she could see right through him and tonight was no different.<strong>"I'm ready for a cat nap. I wonder if the professors would care if I left right now."</strong>"I don't see why not," Xavril responded to her, "If you don't mind the company I'll head out as well I think." Making to leave the table.