Chaucer gazed around the compartment with a look that implied he had just apparated out of the blue. So many people. What will become of my ego with such overbearing influences? No, stay true old boy, this is a true test of character. Will your personality come out on top? Will you be remembered primarily out of this lot? My god man... how will you customize your uniform??" It was his habit to snap in and out of these extended reveries without much warning. Sometimes only a good prod to the arm would bring him back to earth, but whether that was worth the following complaint of 'bruises' and a speech on his 'Rococo-like fragility' was another matter altogether