Name: Xavril Robeson<br/>House/Year: Slytherin/6th<br/>Bloodtype: Muggle Born<br/>Location: Great Hall, Slytherin table<br/>Tagging: Jamie, Charlize, Daria, open<hr/><br/>Reaching out to make sure Daria didn't fall off the bench.  "You know Daria its hard to reach your food on the table while sitting on the floor." Xavril chuckled, picturing her doing just that.  Daria was his teammate and friend but he knew she could get carried away with her antics at times.  Sometimes Xavril thinks of himself as an older brother to Daria and trying to watch out for her.  But after all this time he knows that she is perfectly capable of taking care of herself.<br/><br/>Catching the eye of Charlize, knowing she had seen him turn.  Grinning a knowing smirk he looked right back into her eyes, winking deliberately so she sees, before turning back towards his table.<br/><br/>"Sorry Jamie," Xavril said, "I was humming because candy reminded me of the song." Grimacing he continued, "you'll have to thank my uncle for moving to the California Coast this summer and only listening to the Beach Boys." She was a good friend of his from nearly their first week together and he didn't have many people who would, in a pinch, help him out.  And he valued her friendship.  A little frown crossing his face at her comment<strong>"None at all. Even if I did, I doubt you would answer them seriously."</strong>Reaching over he grabs the pitcher of juice and muttering an incantation to himself.  He lifts it up and pours himself a glass taking a sip of the wine, and smiling "Would you like some?" Xavril said offering Jamie some with a wink.<br/><br/>Looking around Xavril asked, "Has anyone seen Gilda?"<br/><br/>(My turn, first attempt at the DiceBot)<br/>Roll Result: Xavril rolled: 5d6, keeping 3 dice<br/>Comment: Magical Expertise 3 Transfiguration 2B - Change juice into wine<br/>Result: 4, 6, 5, 2, 6,<br/>Total: 17<br/>