<strong>Name:</strong>Xavril Robeson<br/><strong>House/ Year:</strong>Slytherin/ 6th year<br/><strong>Bloodtype:</strong>Muggle-born<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Corridors<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Charlize, Daria, Gustav, Jamie<hr/><br/>Xavril didn't care about Gustav or his threats. He had been taking down people who thought themselves superior all his life and the wizarding world had no shortage of those types, if anything it had more.  Though it was a bit of a shock to hear he was the prefect.  Xavril had no aspirations to be one of them he just thought that they should have appointed someone who actually liked the house, but no matter.  Its not like they were all powerful and above reproach, there were always ways to get back at prefects, and every wall in the Castle had ears.  Xavril noticed he was still running through all the options of simply attacking the transfer where he stood when he noticed Jamie take his arm.  His eyes leaving Gustav and traveling to Daria, and remembering Charlize was behind him.  'Now is not the time or place for this fight' he thought, 'to many people in the cross fire.'  Shaking his head.  "Have fun Charlize," Xavril said aloud, allowing himself to be pulled away by Jamie.  Though upon hearing Gustav's comment<strong>"By the way, Xavril, as my things are already in our shared room, I will advise you not to touch them. I have all my bags secured three different ways, and I can't recall how to turn stone back to flesh."</strong>he really wanted to make a snide comment about such an "accomplished" wizard forgetting a spell, but settled for simply calling out "whatever" and waving an acknowledgement over his shoulder. 'Your stuff,' Xavril thought, 'why would I go through your stuff? it didnt do anything to me.  People are strange.'<br/><br/>"Sorry about that," he muttered to Jamie, "its going to be a long year."<strong>“I completely forgot about that. I guess it’s a good thing you came along.”</strong>"I nearly did myself, I caught the other prefect as I left the hall."  It was nice having a conversation with a friend, the fact that she was a lovely woman who held his arm hostage didn't hurt either, but Jamie's next question caught him off guard.<strong>"So...what's going on with you and the puff?"</strong>"you mean Charlize?" Xavril questioned with a curious look,  "I don't know that anything is going on between us.  She seems to get nervous around me and even avoids me on occasion, which is fine, I mean shes a fourth year."  Xavril walked on thinking for a moment.  "I don't know, there was a girl at one of my fathers schools much like Charlize and she was fascinated yet scared by my eyes.  She use to tease me and I'd chase her around the dojo.  God I must have been about eight, she was maybe four or five."  Xavril laughs, "You know I don't think I've told anyone this before but I think that's why I tease Charlize so much. Why do you ask?" Content to walk and talk with Jamie where ever she led.