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Early morning breakfast; and Raidho chose to sit with his friends instead of his fellow house-mates, preferring to keep to his small group of misfits. While he and the other young boy were genetically different, the third member of the group (a Slytherin) was a misfit for their own reasons…

Raidho decided that this morning called for a fried egg and toast: something light to keep him going until Quidditch practice later that morning. For he knew if he ate a large full breakfast he’d most likely not keep it down due to the rush of adrenaline he felt both before and during practice.

It was a weirdly peaceful morning with no interruptions from other students or any teachers. But as soon as Raidho had allowed the thought to enter his head, the dark and powerful aura of his Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher loomed behind him. Great. The click of his teachers heels stopped right next to him, and just on cue a scarred hand extended forwards and placed itself on the table. Of course, the movement of the hand was followed by the monotone, Hessian voice of his teacher.
“Guten morgen.”
Spoken like a true German…

Matthaus took one glance at the plate in front of Raidho, sighing with small shake of his head. It was only then that the Auror noted that the elf-eared youngster had flickered his eyes once or twice up from his book, and then down to his pet mouse. The mouse was apparently very interested in the older gentleman.

“Uh…um… nice choice of book.” Matthaus started, attempting to move his attention back to Raidho, and keep the wandering eyes of the elf-eared young man off his movements. “I uh… I’ve met the author once. Mr Scammander… really uh… interesting guy. Hm. I hope you enjoy it—" He gave an awkward smile, turning to face the Hufflepuff.

“Morning Raidho,” Matthaus huffed, his usual demeanour returning, all the while using his wandless magic to hover his mug of coffee in mid-air. He wasn’t staying to eat again…
“Morn’, sir.”
“I hope you’ll be eating more than that today, you have remembered this afternoon that we’ll be doing duelling practice…?” The older man grunted, nodding to the small plate of food the Hufflepuff had chosen.
‘That sure is rich coming from you…’ Raidho thought to himself, raising one hand in reassurance and flicking his claws lightly as he did so. “Yeah yeah, don’t worry about it, sir. I’m all ready and prepared for it.”

The German took a glance at the misfit group Raidho sat with, watching the Slytherin shove half a sausage into their mouth with their bare hands—no utensils required. That caused him to scrunch up his nose, leaning over the table and watching the entire event unfold before his eyes.

His face scrunched up, the older man moved backwards again to stand.
“Hm… alright then. I expect to see you performing to the highest standard then. If not, you can come along for evening practice on Thursday—I’m running a session again. Feel free to bring this um…” He looked at the two friends Raidho sat with, choosing his words carefully. “Unit here.”

Clicking his tongue and returning his mug of coffee to his hand, Matthaus took one sip and continued. “Oh, and one other thing—”
Raidho’s ears perked up in response, though he didn’t reply and simply awaited the grand comment that was clearly coming. For he’d noted that the pale eyes of his teacher shifted to glance at his Slytherin friend.
“… Please tell your friend to at least use a fork, that’s unhygienic.”

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Description
Early morning breakfast; and Raidho chose to sit with his friends instead of his fellow house-mates, preferring to keep to his small group of misfits. While he and the other young boy were genetically different, the third member of the group (a Slytherin) was a misfit for their own reasons…

Raidho decided that this morning called for a fried egg and toast: something light to keep him going until Quidditch practice later that morning. For he knew if he ate a large full breakfast he’d most likely not keep it down due to the rush of adrenaline he felt both before and during practice.

It was a weirdly peaceful morning with no interruptions from other students or any teachers. But as soon as Raidho had allowed the thought to enter his head, the dark and powerful aura of his Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher loomed behind him. Great. The click of his teachers heels stopped right next to him, and just on cue a scarred hand extended forwards and placed itself on the table. Of course, the movement of the hand was followed by the monotone, Hessian voice of his teacher.
“Guten morgen.”
Spoken like a true German…

Matthaus took one glance at the plate in front of Raidho, sighing with small shake of his head. It was only then that the Auror noted that the elf-eared youngster had flickered his eyes once or twice up from his book, and then down to his pet mouse. The mouse was apparently very interested in the older gentleman.

“Uh…um… nice choice of book.” Matthaus started, attempting to move his attention back to Raidho, and keep the wandering eyes of the elf-eared young man off his movements. “I uh… I’ve met the author once. Mr Scammander… really uh… interesting guy. Hm. I hope you enjoy it—" He gave an awkward smile, turning to face the Hufflepuff.

“Morning Raidho,” Matthaus huffed, his usual demeanour returning, all the while using his wandless magic to hover his mug of coffee in mid-air. He wasn’t staying to eat again…
“Morn’, sir.”
“I hope you’ll be eating more than that today, you have remembered this afternoon that we’ll be doing duelling practice…?” The older man grunted, nodding to the small plate of food the Hufflepuff had chosen.
‘That sure is rich coming from you…’ Raidho thought to himself, raising one hand in reassurance and flicking his claws lightly as he did so. “Yeah yeah, don’t worry about it, sir. I’m all ready and prepared for it.”

The German took a glance at the misfit group Raidho sat with, watching the Slytherin shove half a sausage into their mouth with their bare hands—no utensils required. That caused him to scrunch up his nose, leaning over the table and watching the entire event unfold before his eyes.

His face scrunched up, the older man moved backwards again to stand.
“Hm… alright then. I expect to see you performing to the highest standard then. If not, you can come along for evening practice on Thursday—I’m running a session again. Feel free to bring this um…” He looked at the two friends Raidho sat with, choosing his words carefully. “Unit here.”

Clicking his tongue and returning his mug of coffee to his hand, Matthaus took one sip and continued. “Oh, and one other thing—”
Raidho’s ears perked up in response, though he didn’t reply and simply awaited the grand comment that was clearly coming. For he’d noted that the pale eyes of his teacher shifted to glance at his Slytherin friend.
“… Please tell your friend to at least use a fork, that’s unhygienic.”

Attacc for raumkind !
ft. ocs owned by our friends <3
i ruv you all very much