Haha. Itchy beard, "I think you'd be right, Arya" he said, though, he had no one to ask how itchy it would be, because whatever Dodson had was not a beard yet.

Perhaps the Durmstrang Headmaster. Yeah, that one looks like he'd had a beard or two in his lifetime.

He eyed the older Ravenclaw...wait...the only Ravenclaw there, "You wouldn't?" well, that was odd, "Eternal glory and all that stuff doesn't attract you?" it kind of did attract the young Lockhart. He was, after all, going to be Aaron's representative when Aaron ruled the world.

He couldn't help to laugh, though, at the Ravenclaw's comments, "You're funny" yes, thanks for stating the obvious Treyen.

His eyes went back to Arya, "But, wouldn't you like to know what will happen to the ones who aren't old enough?" he asked, slightly puzzled, because he would like to know...not try, just know. He didn't want to end up with a tail.

But his eyes couldn't believe what just happened. Fletch had entered his name! Fletch! Sir Fletcher! Sir Sticky Beard! --Hey! That was someone he could ask about that beard thing without having to threat his own life with the other Headmaster, the scary looking one. Except...he could also be in danger around Fletcher. Eh, well, he better not get chosen, the older Hufflepuff knows nothing of history.

"A Hufflepuff died in the tournament" he pointed out, mostly to Arya. The boy named Cedric from where Harry Potter won at the expenses of a Huffie boy.

Treyen smiled at the Gryffindor boy, "You're welcome..." the Huffie frowned, "...I...don't know your name" but he could be Gryffie boy. No matter.