<strong>Name:</strong>Gustav Raubriter<br/><strong>House/Year:</strong>Slytherin/6th<br/><strong>Bloodtype:</strong>Pure-blood<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Great Hall, Slytherin table<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Jamie, open<hr/><br/>"German. It means good afternoon. I forget myself, however."Was that something bordering dangerously close to an apology? Why yes, it was, and if she knew him, she might very well want to savor it, for it was such a rare thing for him. It did not do for him to go overstepping himself before he familiarized himself with the movers and shakers of his House.<br/><br/>"That seems pointless." he dismisses the idea of the water balloons, as that seemed like childish nonsense, and not something he would expect from a proper school.<br/><br/>When the tray goes flying through the air, Gustav gives Daria a glare. His expression seemed nearly as deadly as a Russian Winter, and just as chilly and ice-cold. "Please tell me that is<em>not</em>your typical conduct." He directed his words, sharp as a freshly honed dagger, and scathingly chilled, to the girl that had thrown the tray.<br/><br/>The appearance of food did nothing  to stave off his querying of the girl. He had noticed it, but an observer might not think he did, given how much attention was being paid to Daria.