Hugo was worried about his crew. Sure, Maxim would be late and would probably come in half way through wearing a fairy outfit...or perhaps a ballerina outfit. But as for the rest of them; they should be moping around somewhere. He peered along the table, glancing to his left, right, left, right. Nope. No sign. Pressing his lips together in a hard and disappointed line, he continued to flick crumbs across the table at first years. He was a fourth year now. He was ALLOWED to do that kind of thing. Heh heh. It was only when he accidentally flicked the edge of the table, that he let out a soft 'ow!' and returned to sitting in silence, hands in his lap.

When someone murmured a greeting in his ear, he leapt about five foot in the air. "What in Merlin's name are you doing?" Hugo shrieked, knocking a mountain of sausages onto the floor and ogling at the brunette. "Dude, you scared the living days outta me!" He exclaimed, chest rising and falling dramatically. He pressed a hand to his forehead. "Not coool," He pressed on, trying desperately to remember the girl's name. His emerald eyes scrutinized her features, and just when he had the name on the tip of his tongue, it was lost. It was the hair that was boggling him...hadn't she been blonde?

"Ohhh, it's you. Rice is the name, isn't it?" Yes, odd name. PECULIAR.