Name: Xavril Robeson<br/>House/Year: Slytherin/6th<br/>Bloodtype: Muggle Born<br/>Location: Great Hall, Slytherin table<br/>Tagging: Jamie, Daria, Gustav, Richard Blackthorne, Open<hr/><br/>Taking a sip of his wine.<strong>“Yes. I was just wanting something stronger than this weak ass juice,”</strong>Xavril was happy to pour Jamie a goblet of the wine and was about to turn offering some to Gustav when a voice that didn't belong walked up behind him.  Setting the wine down in front of Gustav Xavril turns to see Richard Blackthorne sidling up to their table.<strong>"I have not seen her myself, though I admit that I was hoping to."</strong>Blackthorne said.  Xavril didn't like the tone of his voice as he said that and he felt the hair on the back of his neck bristle, right before he immediately dug his fingernails into his palm regaining control of his feelings.  He made a mental note to get an audience with the head mistress, she was an Animagus and could certainly point him in the right direction.  The wolf was a part of him but it should not control him Xavril thought.  Maybe even that new professor, Hall was it?  His new head of house, convenient he thought.  He may not like Richard, but that's no reason to attack him, he even paid me a complement Xavril thought smiling.<br/><br/>Xavril's thoughts came back to the conversation at hand just in time to hear Daria say<strong>"And you, Prefect Bigmouth, if you make another smart-ass crack about the size of me thighs this year, I'll fly through the announcer's box so hard there'll be nuthin' left of you but a cloud of hair and shoes."</strong>Drinking some more of his wine hearing Blackthorne's reply<strong>"As for your thighs, perhaps if your Quidditch robes were a bit longer, no one would be able to see them."</strong>Xavril smiled as he refilled his goblet thinking that Richard had a point, Daria's robes did show of a bit more of her thigh then was technically necessary.<strong>"Is he accusing <em>me</em> of being too sex-ay?  D'ya reckon he fancies me, then?"</strong>"I don't know Daria." Xavril said, "Maybe instead of flying through his box and pummeling him, you should stop in and give him a kiss every time you score a goal."  Smiling he added, "Be sure its a Hufflepuff game too."<br/><br/>Xavril settled back into his chair thinking to himself 'this is going to be a good year'.  Smiling he thought about how much he had missed this place and how being at home with his uncle just wasn't the same.  He remembers sitting for his OWLs the year before and is proud of the grades he received.  Xavril drifts from the conversation for a few moments, fingering his necklace and making a silent toast, he finishes off his goblet setting it aside.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>