<strong>Name:</strong>Charlize Renard<br/><strong>House/Year: </strong>Hufflepuff/4th<br/><strong>Bloodtype:</strong>Pureblood<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Great Hall, Slytherin table<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Gustav, Daria<br/><br/>Daria’s iffy comments were as funny and refreshing as ever, making Charlize ask herself in what coincidence-driven universe did one like her ended up housemates with one like Gustav. She promised herself to keep an eye on the two throughout the year because certainly this way boredom will surely be a thing of the past at Hogwarts. Not that it ever happened at this school with everything going on in classes and clubs…speaking of which.<br/><br/>Now that Jamie declared her desire to take a walk before each of them will have to go to their rooms, Charlize was standing next to Gustav, Daria and Xavril, the last two being already part of the Dueling Club. Having someone like Gustav with knowledge of the Dark Arts – as he claimed and he certainly didn’t look like one to be bragging without reason – to join the team might prove to be a very good idea indeed. But then, how to tell him about the club? Certainly not out loud while the teachers and other students were around…asking Xavril for help wasn’t very pragmatic from Charlize’s point of view and Daria wasn’t exactly a subtle person. So it had to be her after all…but asking him to join her later like she did with Jamie would sound…strange.<br/><br/>“You had Dark Arts as a class? “ she asked as neutral as possible.. “Unfortunately it’s forbidden here to even speak of it…more or less officially. Though, what if I tell you that there might be a way to put that knowledge of yours into good use?”<br/><br/>Her amber eyes held his gaze just to show her honesty. Charlize was sure Daria heard it too and hoped she would get the main idea and not spill the beans like she was tempted to do at times.<br/><br/>“Of course Combat Quidditch might work as an idea as well..” she replied to the girl “…yet I think the game is already too dangerous as it is.” Basil wouldn’t agree with her, she thought and then her imagination quickly drifted to Summerby, already seeing him hurt and asking for her help to tend the wounds.<br/><br/>Xavril’s little joke caused her cheeks to fluster..for no apparent reason. She knew that if she’d actually muster the courage to speak to him, Xavril wouldn’t seem like such a bad company..but even in his human form he held the behaviour (and manners) of his other side, so that might prove a bit tricky. Unknowingly she let out a sigh upon hearing that he was going out for a walk with Jamie. Suddenly the air felt less tensioned.<br/><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Basil Brancoveanu<br/><strong>House/Year:</strong>Hufflepuff/6th<br/><strong>Bloodtype:</strong>Muggleborn<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Great Hall, Hufflepuff table<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Vexa, Danner and Alphonse<br/><br/>Danner’s comment almost caused Basil to choke on his elderflower wine before he gave the young man a half-grin. Surely Danner and the rest of the 4th year students – heck, even some of his class mates – were going through that teenage angst and other specific tendencies, having the need to express it openly or not to others, but Danner had been different to begin with. Every pore of his skin seemed imbued with lust, for lack of a better word. At times even Basil wondered about Danner’s preferences (though to others it was crystal clear), but that was only because he was clueless like that and often prefered not to notice some things.<br/><br/>“Well, mine was a bit different” he said not changing the topic. “Half of the time I still had no idea if I was dreaming or not, especially when the food kept appearing like that on the tables. “ He gave a short laugh, a clear sign that he wanted to be more sociable this year.<br/><br/>“What about you Alphonse? Did you have Mori with you on the first day?”  he asked unaware of what went on in Al’s mind at the moment and failing to take a hint as always. Basil wasn’t versed in body language and even the basic of facial expressions meant nothing to him unless someone would point their mood to him verbally or otherwise more directly.<br/>As he said that, the young man glanced at Vexa, wanting to know if the ‘danger’ was over and if it was alright to bring her into the conversation once more.<br/>