Tavelon suddenly remembered where he had seen this man before- Diagon Alley.

Who could forget such a walrus of a figure? He was in Scribbilus' inks... and hadn't he been berating... Professor Truebridge? Was that why they switched classrooms... or what had Professor Truebridge said about that?...

In fact, Professor... or 'Lord' Borr as he preferred to be called, was quite a legend. Come to think of it, Tavelon had heard about him before.... and what he had heard wasn't necessarily the best.

Tavelon suddenly snapped back to reality when he realized everyone was standing up and presenting themselves. Collecting himself, Tavelon resolved to make his best impression on this man, even if it was a false one. He didn't seem like a good person to cross.

Standing up, he bowed to Professor... rather, Lord, Borr, and spoke: "Lord Borr, I am Tavelon Martimus" he squeaked out the last part of that. "I'm a first year, but I still have ambition. That is to...." He really hadn't thought of what he wanted to do... "I want to be a great and influential man, like yourself, sir, Lord..."

Awkwardly, Tavelon sat down... hoping for the best.