Alaric narrowed his eyes as the older boy took a seat beside him. Who did he think he was, invading his privacy like this? He'd wanted to be alone (okay fine, a few purebloods to keep him company would've been nice, but still).

And that blue hair did look... odd. Alaric inwardly wondered if he'd dyed it.

The boy considered the tarot card offer for a moment. Although he obviously didn't want to run the risk of talking to a mudblood (and the concept of tarot cards seemed rather ridiculous to him), there happened to be an impulsive sort of stupidity lingering inside him. (Probably a side effect from staying in his brother's company for prolonged periods of time.) 

"Alright," he eventually replied (albeit rather warily), "But make it quick."