<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>Slithering Slytherins<hr/><br/>It should be noted that while he did hear Jamie's comment to him, regarding the water balloons, he does not actually seem to acknowledge it; presumably because he is too busy trying to kill Daria with the sheer terror-inspiring gaze of his eyes.<br/><br/>"Well, I'll tell you what. Since I see you as being able to benefit from a bit of seriousness more than I can benefit from a lack of such, I'll make you a deal. If you can get through the next thirty days with being upright and uptight, I will spend the rest of the school year all loosened up." He figured that if he could get her to put up or shit up, it would be for his benefit, either way. He sincerely doubted she'd be able to keep her true nature pent up long enough for him to regret it; and when she failed, then he would not be beholden to her, nor would others really have any right to go mucking about with him, all for the sake of fun.<br/><br/>He'd much rather settle things this way than he would have at Durmstrang. Sadly, over-riding someones will and making them stand up on the professors table while talking about how they were such a bad boy/girl and deserved to be punished would likely be frowned upon here.<br/><br/>On that note, he can no longer ignore the bountiful spread before him. Though their were exceedingly few things on offer that he would have gotten quite happily at Durmstrang, he nonetheless ends up with a platter of potatoes, various other vegetables, a small salad, and a good sized, medium/well-done steak. He takes his time to eat, and shows nothing less than perfect table manners, despite the... uncouth individuals he finds himself surrounded by.