Xavier waliked behind the group that had just stepped out of the carriage after a Slytherin, his eyes flashing in anger before a mask of indifference etched itself across his pale face. They wore happy smirks on their faces, some high-fived, hitching the strape of his bag higher on his shoulder, Xavier shook his head in disgust. 

"It's been years since Harry Potter killed Voldemort, you'd think people would let it go by now. Tch, bunch of simple-minded idiots." He muttered under his breath, the soft hoot from traditional cage in his left hand drawing hid attention away from the group as he entered the familiar warm, stone walls of Hogwarts. Leaving his owl, Aurora, with his bag near the end of the staircase, Xavier made his way towards the Hall. He was proud of his house and he'd be dammed if he'd allow a bunch of Gryffindor wannabes to mock anything related to his home away from home and pureblood policies. Picking up his speed and whipping a few strands of silver hair away from his eyes, he decided to get a few things out in the open. 

"In a rush eh Traitor?" The voice came from Xavier's left, he shifted his gaze and found a boy with narrowed sky-blue eyes framed by ink-black hair. Ignoring the Gryffindor and relaxing slightly when he entered the Hall, Xavier's fingers traced the warm wood of his wand in contemplation. 

Should he? 

Yes. 

Keeping his wand within the folds of his robes, Xavier focused on the group of Gryffindors and non-verbally tranfigured their hair into different shades of pink, blue and green. Their robes shifting with each color change. It'd have to do for now, taking his seat, he shifted his gaze to the Head table and then the point hourglasses. [@Elorwin]