"Song." The Headmaster replied in return greeting. As far as students went, she was hardly the worst. The former prefect at least knew how to act and when to keep her mouth shut. It was good she was trying to get others to do the same. They should try thanking her sometime.



"Blaze." Another that he did not mind. In the large crowd of insufferable children, Blaze was easily lost. Usually, it did not do to be swallowed up by a crowd and forgotten but with a crowd like this...it was something like a compliment.

Certainly, it was an advantage.



"Fox." There was some amount of derision in the man's tone when he greeted this one. It was not something he was trying to hide. The girl had been one of his least favourites since she entered the school the term before. She spoke at the wrong times and didn't know how to talk to those set above her. It was something the girl was thankfully working for but at this point Lucien was just looking for a reason when it came to her.



"Yoon." For as much as this one was a mudblood and therefore undeserving of magic and the freedoms he had around the castle...he was not Lucien's least favourite student. Oh no. This Hufflepuff at least knew how to keep his mouth shut and not argue back. The man did not care what the students talked about in private so long as they knew how to act. Thankfully, Yoon did.



"Upstead." This one got an appreciative nod. Always a delight to have in classes, sometimes the only delight there was to be had amongst this miserable lot. The fact they chose to join the alliance was the cherry atop the proverbial pie. If worst came to worst, Lucien wouldn't have to kill this one on principle [s]unless they disappointed him[/i].



"Jenovick." It was becoming something of a growing trend, not one that surprised him but one that was noticeable. It was the Slytherins who got on his nerves least. They knew what was expected and fell in line. It was a good look.



Lucien waited patiently, a near pointed look in place while the Gryffindor found some composure. The man was silently daring her to say something about her name being on the board and he had been prepared to act.

However, the girl had wised up throughout the past few months and by now likely knew better. The fact she said nothing was proof enough and he was satisfied.



Splendid. Yet another who had learned to compose themselves when coming to Defense Against the Dark Arts. "Grimm." He greeted politely enough. While the Ravenclaws were becoming as much a problem as the Gryffindors, this particular eagle was not on his watch list. She knew how to keep her head down.



So close. So very close. Lucien had been prepared to meet the Gryffindor's protests with calculated force but the girl caught some sense at the last minute. "James." He replied, finding no need to pursue the matter further.

Whatever she was going to say, she didn't. Growth.



"Turov." Lucien was on the fence about this one. She was not the worst, but she seemed suggestible enough and not in any of the good ways. The fact she was friends with Fox didn't help much either. The girl was smart to go and stand with the least hated students in the school. Perhaps even a tiny bit of their favour would transfer to her.

Or not.



"Bones." Yet another that was doing herself a favour by not rocking any boats. Merlin knew there were enough of the less intelligent ones walking the castle. Seeing the sensible ones was always a refreshing change of pace. They did not have to agree with him, yet, but they did have to listen.

Why make life difficult unnecessarily?



"Flamsteed." While there had been thoughts of keeping an extra close eye on the boys closer to the start of the term, Rosier liked to believe that by now they had gotten the message and were falling in line with the others. He meant it when he reminded them of the peril their father was in. Even without the threat of the oldest Flamsteed, there was still the threat of taking them from each other and he wouldn't hesitate there if it came to it.



"Kingsley." He hadn't thought much of it when Flamsteed went to stand by Upstead, but with a second First Year doing so it finally garnered the man's attention. Was this a plot by the other student? Lure the younger ones in before taking them to his office? Was he trying to expose them?

Perhaps. Either way, Lucien would keep an extra eye there to be sure--especially with the sleeve tugging.



"Belrose." Another exception to the rule that Ravenclaws were trying to die before the term ended. This one had a head on his shoulder, one he intended to keep right there. Belrose would do well to keep it that way, unless he wanted to join several of the others in blue.



"Rutherford." A try-hard, but not one of the worst students. In fact, the girl was on the right track to remaining alive and not being used as an example to the others. There were...plenty of other students he could go through before getting to her--many in the same house.



"Tilly." Hints of derision filled his tone as he greeted the Ravenclaw who had grown to be a marginally smaller thorn in his side than Ashley Fox. The fact she chose to stand next to the girl, however, was doing her no favours.

"Move. Anywhere else, I don't care." They would not be allowed to test his patience today and tended to feed off each other in .........somewhat similar fashion to Cambridge and James.



"Donovan." Rosier greeted, taking no particular interest in the little girl. It was for the best. While it was typically good to catch the attention of your professors, MANY of her classmates had already done so...and not in a good way. Being off his radar was better at this point.



Lucien Rosier returned the stare.

Scratch that, Lucien Rosier stared the little girl down, daring her to say anything. Just the smallest protest, even a whimper and he would remove her mouth as he had done on the first day. Only she wouldn't be getting it back this time.

No? Nothing to say? That was better.



"Jones." The Headmaster returned. Another, albeit dim, light among the Ravenclaw cohort. He kept his head down and followed orders well enough--like a soldier almost. Of course, Rosier didn't trust him enough to put him at the front of any line. He lacked the steel nerve that Upstead possessed.



"Blackthorne." Another to stand in Upstead's vicinity. Were they really gathering up a small clutch before the lesson began? If so, it was impressive work. Again, Lucien would keep an eye there, just in case.



"Sinclair." It was always a good look when the older students set an example. Walking to the lesson, a greeting that was polite enough then silence. The man wasn't asking for too much. If some of the students stopped to think, they would realise how easy survival was.