Santi had eaten enough to get his mind going and turned his attention towards the professor who had thoroughly lectured them. Last night, he'd gotten in with a few prefects and other people who may be useful in the future, but he'd yet to converse with a professor, though in doing so he would have to be wildly vigilant to make sure to end up on the right side of his perception.

Thinking through his opening and direction, Santi moved over to Professor Truebridge, "Excuse me, Professor Truebridge? I just wanted to say that I think you did a great job in disciplining us after the atrocious behavior last night," Santi smiled hoping to cap the compliment. He wasn't sure if flattery would work on this professor, but everyone was susceptible to some extent. He went on looking down a bit as if he was nervous and slightly apologetic after all, presentation was everything, "I would've spoken up, but I'm a transfer student and didn't really know what being a Slytherin means. Sorry. By the way, I'm Santi Xu," he ended with a smile, sticking out his hand in greeting. He'd made the mistake last night, his slight lapse in thinking, of forgetting to introduce himself forcing the other to ask his name. People often didn't realize how such a small thing could influence one's perception of another, but it did, whether they recognized it or not. And perception is everything.