Amadeus placed his blueberry muffin on gilded plate that was placed on the table in front of him, wiping his mouth with a linen napkin before turning to face the stranger. This would be interesting. Would this be another play toy, one of many that Deus and Math encountered daily, or possibly a minion? Maybe even one who could grow to be as close as Mathieu? He was a Ravenclaw; that was a start.

"Not too talkative, are you?" He asked, his eyebrows rising slightly in an inquisitive manner. "Tell me, my good man, what year are you in?"