<strong>Name:</strong>Xavril<br/><strong>House/ Year:</strong>Slytherin/ 6th year<br/><strong>Bloodtype:</strong>Muggle-born<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Great Hall<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Blackthorne, Jamie, Vexa, Open<hr/><br/><strong>“Here’s a thought, Blackthorne,” she snapped impatiently while glaring up at him, “How about you take yourself back over to your fucking table since you’re clearly not wanted over here.”</strong>Snapping him back out of his reverie the hairs on his neck bristling again.  He knew the wolf was looking out his eyes as he prepared to back up Jamie without a second thought.  His thought was totally interrupted by the commotion at Hufflepuff.  He didn't know why there was water flying around their table but it was an amusing sight none the less.  Xavril laughed and thought for the second time this evening that everything was alright with the world.<br/><br/>