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"I suppose we would have to call you some ridiculous name if you took down a dragon. Draven, The Dragons' Dread perhaps? Or how about Taunton the Tamer? Although watch that your eyebrows don't get incinerated. You're nothing without your eyebrows honey." Draven laughed, the sound as sudden as a quail flushed from cover, waggling said eyebrows in a comedic fashion in response. "Are you kidding? They'd have to take more than some facial hair from me to knock me off Magdalena's 'Hot One Hundred' list."
Just as he began to contemplate which of the two names she had awarded him with had more gravitas and was preferred, Keira Lance waltzed up behind him and stole a seat, interrupting the homogeneous pair. "Good morning, lovely. Do you suppose that they'll let me go fight the dragons? I can be the school's champion, it'd be brilliant." She stated with aplomb as though it were factual and not opine.
His brow climbed skyward, surprised that she'd go so far as to ignore his presence so blatantly, it was obvious she didn't mean to address him. "That's rich, a Half-Blood being the champion of the school? That'll happen when Grindylow's fly." Draven replied without provocation in an attempt to assuage his slightly bruised ego by impugning her blood status.
A slight hush fell over the tempestuous crowd seated at the table, all clamoring for last minute second helpings before rushing off so's not to be late for class. It was a bit harsh, even for him as mostly Muggle Borns were the Pure Blood target of choice, but he had no qualms about letting his opinion be known in regards to all of those he considered tainted. It was an axiom at this school that a Taunton didn't go unaddressed or unnoticed.
Just as he began to contemplate which of the two names she had awarded him with had more gravitas and was preferred, Keira Lance waltzed up behind him and stole a seat, interrupting the homogeneous pair. "Good morning, lovely. Do you suppose that they'll let me go fight the dragons? I can be the school's champion, it'd be brilliant." She stated with aplomb as though it were factual and not opine.
His brow climbed skyward, surprised that she'd go so far as to ignore his presence so blatantly, it was obvious she didn't mean to address him. "That's rich, a Half-Blood being the champion of the school? That'll happen when Grindylow's fly." Draven replied without provocation in an attempt to assuage his slightly bruised ego by impugning her blood status.
A slight hush fell over the tempestuous crowd seated at the table, all clamoring for last minute second helpings before rushing off so's not to be late for class. It was a bit harsh, even for him as mostly Muggle Borns were the Pure Blood target of choice, but he had no qualms about letting his opinion be known in regards to all of those he considered tainted. It was an axiom at this school that a Taunton didn't go unaddressed or unnoticed.