“I mean, I was a Gryffindor -” Tybalt interjected, at the stranger’s assessment of his bravery. This sort of thing - provoking a portrait - was not an action Tyb would have classified under that umbrella, but it was rather gratifying to hear all the same, that who he had been during school had not rubbed off since then completely.
But perhaps Gryffindor-ness meant little to this young man, who didn’t know Headmaster Black from Merlin either, because he’d gone to Beauxbatons. Tybalt’s eyebrows leapt up in curiosity to hear it, though between the unfamiliarity and the slight accent, he really should have guessed. “Huh,” Tyb exclaimed, and broke out into an appreciative laugh at the last comment as the portrait before them muttered darkly. Deciding that it would perhaps be prudent to let the crabby old Duke alone before he broke into a real tirade, Tyb turned all his focus onto the stranger, and took a moment to appraise him. “And how much of Hogwarts have you seen, so far?” He inquired innocently, though a gleam in his eyes said otherwise.
But perhaps Gryffindor-ness meant little to this young man, who didn’t know Headmaster Black from Merlin either, because he’d gone to Beauxbatons. Tybalt’s eyebrows leapt up in curiosity to hear it, though between the unfamiliarity and the slight accent, he really should have guessed. “Huh,” Tyb exclaimed, and broke out into an appreciative laugh at the last comment as the portrait before them muttered darkly. Deciding that it would perhaps be prudent to let the crabby old Duke alone before he broke into a real tirade, Tyb turned all his focus onto the stranger, and took a moment to appraise him. “And how much of Hogwarts have you seen, so far?” He inquired innocently, though a gleam in his eyes said otherwise.
