His eyes callously drifting to Mr. Killebrew and his inquiry. "No," he said flatly while trying not to let his thoughts reflect too poorly on the boy. He knew not what he was asking in his ignorance and limitations as one who dwelled on two legs. They were no names but predictions uttered from the centaurs mouth this moment.

Brown eyes finding the likes of Bartholomew Henry, Thereos wondered where the Giant Squid's manners had gone seeing as there were no salutations offered. More peculiar behavior.

Speaking of a lack of salutations, Thereos eyed the older Hufflepuff, a Miss Abara if he recalled, who so rudely focused on her Care of Magical Creatures professor and ignore the centaur's presence entirely. Very well, he would ignore her presence too. Though his snort of disdain could not be contained.

Arms folded across his chest, now agitated and concerned, he allowed his attention to waver towards the young Ravenclaw who had come to his side. one who seemed to be listening and seeing. Though just as he was to voice his approval, she shouted about Bartholomew. "If you must shout then shout the correct words. Bartholomew Henry," he corrected sharply. "Just as you would not wish to be referred to as 'that human' nor I 'that centaur', you are to use his proper name."

Unfortunately, it seemed as though Cornish was along the same train of thought as the young Gryffindor. A shame. He had had higher hopes for the man. "I know of them but not their names." And Thereos was trying not to be insulted by the assumption that he could speak unicorn, who were magical horses by human standards. "I am reading the omens bestowed upon me by the heavens." He observed the unicorns some more, eyes as crisp as fallen leaves glancing to the forest and back to the herd grazing the Hogwarts grounds. "I would suggest you become acquainted with them yourself. They appear far too content out in the open here than within the seclusion of the forest."

Peculiar. Very peculiar indeed.