<strong>Name:</strong>Gustav Raubriter<br/><strong>House/Year: </strong>Slytherin/6th<br/><strong>Bloodtype:</strong>Pure blood<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Corridors<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Charlize, open<hr/><br/>And if he'd known that she was the kind of person to do something like that, Gustav would never have taken her up on this offer. He doesn't associate with 'those types'; but then again, who in the hell is he going to end up associating with here? Probably not a whole lot, unless he learns to be less of a harsh judge.<br/><br/>He looked at her struggle to remember it, and not even have an idea as to what it was. He smiled ruefully, and presumed that it had more to do with this school being much more... warm and trusting, and where backstabbing and plotting was not  encouraged, than a failing on  her part.<br/><br/>"Mithradatism is the practice of administering small doses of poisons to yourself, in order to build up an immunity to the toxins. It works on most plant and animal based venoms, but not so well with magical venoms, or Muggle-made chemicals.  It was a practice in House Atticus, for the senior years, at least.  It's actually a rational choice, when half the people in the school are inclined to poison you as a way of sabotaging you, your House, your circle of friends... what-have-you." He spoke as he traveled up the stairs. "I imagine that the rivalry here is not quite so... cutthroat?"<br/><br/>