Gus nodded sagely when the Ravenclaw introduced her cat as Jabber. It was a good name. Not like he was an expert on cat-naming or anything, but at least there was an interesting explanation behind it. Unlike Charlie, which was literally just something that popped into his head when he found the kitten mewling at his doorstep. It had been fortunate that Charlie was a name viable for both genders. Otherwise, he might've had to come up with another one. But that was besides the point, and Gus stopped following the asinine train of thought before he managed to space out and make a fool of himself.

[i]"You talk a lot.[/i]

"I know. It's one of my many charms." The Hufflepuff joked, raising an eyebrow and smirking with mock-smugness. He withdrew his hand once the basic formalities had been taken care of, slipping it back in his pocket.

[i]"I'm Frankie Blackwood, Ravenclaw fifth year."[/i]

"Ah, right. I'm in my sixth year." Gus's eyes lit up at the mention of Quidditch, even more so at the almost-compliment. He wasn't about to start bragging about his skills, though, that would be horribly un-Hufflepuff of him. But he [i]was[/i] pretty good, if he did say so himself. Though part of it was attributed to his Moontrimmer, as well. The last time Hufflepuff won in the Interhouse Cup, Gus had successfully managed to knock off the opposing team's Chaser with a well-aimed bludger, allowing their own Chaser to capture the Snitch. Of course, Gus didn't take all the credit for himself -- it was a team effort, after all, but his teammates sang his praises for a good number of days after their win. Owning a limited edition Moontrimmer didn't hurt, either. Shrugging diffidently, he opened his mouth to speak.

"Well, I'm alright, I guess? It's a hobby, mostly." He clasped his hands together, grinning sheepishly. "What about you? What do you like to do?"