Where trouble lies (open RP, Great Hall)
Yuuri and Wolfram had been scarce. This meant trouble. Lots of it, usually. Gwendal was beginning to wonder just how much of it he'd have to clean up and how soon it would come crashing in around his ears.
Deciding that being somewhat proactive was better than waiting for the explosions and waterworks (literal waterworks, given Yuuri's tendencies when he tapped his maryuoku), he began to explore the school, carefully remembering the path he took. He was about halfway through, by his estimate, when he reached the Great Hall. No disasters, no floods, nothing beyond the chaos caused by the other students.
He ignored the things he saw that made no sense to him: The cat with a bad attitude and red eyes and the half-witted boy with him, the tall guy with ears and a tail carrying someone over his shoulder, the floating boy and the girl with goggles trying to direct him. None of that happened, he decided. It had nothing to do with Wolfram and Yuuri, at least, and it wasn't his responsibility to clean up other people's messes, even if that oddly dressed girl looked like she'd rather be miles away from the bellowing bare chested man.
He was hungry, though, and the house elves were very accommodating at bringing him food.
Join him, if you will.
Deciding that being somewhat proactive was better than waiting for the explosions and waterworks (literal waterworks, given Yuuri's tendencies when he tapped his maryuoku), he began to explore the school, carefully remembering the path he took. He was about halfway through, by his estimate, when he reached the Great Hall. No disasters, no floods, nothing beyond the chaos caused by the other students.
He ignored the things he saw that made no sense to him: The cat with a bad attitude and red eyes and the half-witted boy with him, the tall guy with ears and a tail carrying someone over his shoulder, the floating boy and the girl with goggles trying to direct him. None of that happened, he decided. It had nothing to do with Wolfram and Yuuri, at least, and it wasn't his responsibility to clean up other people's messes, even if that oddly dressed girl looked like she'd rather be miles away from the bellowing bare chested man.
He was hungry, though, and the house elves were very accommodating at bringing him food.
Join him, if you will.