"Throwing trays, turning into wolves...this is why Slytherin can't have nice things."  Richard Blackthorne smiled coolly as he approached the only group of students in the Great Hall with a wolf at the table.  "I admit I am impressed.  I've never actually had the opportunity to see you change before."  He turned to Gustav and extended a hand and a large, partially sincere smile.  "Richard Blackthorne, and my deepest apologies if we've already met."  Meanwhile, Rhorvald seemed to back down from what he wasn't sure was intended as a taunt or seduction, turning away.<br/><br/>"I have not seen her myself, though I admit that I was hoping to."<br/><br/>As Xavril takes a sip of the wine, the taste assures him that he was successful.