[color=0072bc]“Yeah, yeah you big baby.”[/color] Raule ducked under the violent jab the griffon made at his condescending tone of voice, and proceeded to slap its head away from himself. An indignant cry was had when it turned around to face him and he sighed before he dug unslung the pack from his shoulder and dropped it to the ground. The fact that he was busy digging through his bag for some treats for his damned mount, as it might as well have been his since two years ago; Raule was fairly sure it didn’t ferry anybody else, while the Headmaster was giving his speech was not lost on him. 

Finally, after a bit of rearranging and shuffling of his belongings he pulled a string-tied bag out and tossed it at that griffon. The bag of dried meat smacked it right in the face and it squawked indignantly once more, but Raule was already scrambling away with his belongings in his arms. His parting words might have been heard had the campus not been basically deserted as students crammed into the main hall. 

While he could have easily kicked the main hall’s doors in to announce his arrival, such a thing wasn’t Raule’s style. It did sound like a bit of a ruckus was going on inside so he might have been able to slip himself in without being noticed, So in the end that was what he settled on and the doors were opened with narily a creak. At least one that was audible over the din of talk and conversation as reactions to whatever the Headmaster had decided to do were vocalized. Given the distinct lack of any commotion in the rows closest to him, he presumed that the fifth years had not been exposed to whatever shenanigans were taking place. 

A familiar face was rather easy to find thanks to her rather distinctive style of dress. Even as he eyed the lower rows where each student seemed to have been given a sheet of paper with a number written on it, he made his way over towards Zar. Upon reaching her, he placed his hands on the back of her chair and leaned slightly forward so that when he looked down it was from directly over her. [color=0072bc]“Sup?”[/color] he asked rather casually towards the angry-looking lady, an expression he’d come to recognize as simply her default. Though it was a single word, he meant two things with it; both how she was, and exactly what was happening right now.
[@Kidd]