Kurumi took a seat as Mr. Gevrik had offered, it would be rude not to do so. Taking a seat, Kurumi listened to the older Gryffindor speak and ended up having to cover her mouth to prevent a gasp from escaping. OK, so she wasn't so sure she liked this guy either and she found him rather suspicious and ominous, but they were still talking to someone older than them. Not to mention that this person worked for the Ministry of Magic - whatever that implied. She wasn't too sure what the man meant by Gryffindors not being lions nor being goats, but decided to keep that thought in her head for now. She had more pressing concerns at the moment that lay folded with its edges crinkled slightly on her lap.

Glancing between everyone in the room, Kurumi wondered if it was OK for her to speak next, but decided to just put herself out there.

"Mr. Gevrik," Kurumi whispered nervously as she tried to smooth out the edges of the Quibbler for no reason other than she needed something to do with her hands. "I was wondering if perhaps you could tell me some more about the Statute mentioned in this," she asked as she passed the Quibbler to him. She did want that back at the end of this. "I, well, I grew up in a non-magical environment despite my father being a pureblood wizard. He currently works for the Japanese Ministry...perhaps you know him?" It was a long shot, but there was a chance he knew her father, Charles. "Um, well, magic was kept a secret at my home...my mother's doing mostly, she is non-magical. She is deathly afraid of magic. So, I don't really understand what this Statute represents." She sounded like such a child, the manner in which she spoke. Still, one could hardly blame her since she had only been immersed in the wizarding world for a little over a year now.