Tallon scanned the great hall while the headmaster spoke rolling his eyes at the mans idiocincricly long speech. It was tradition. he thought to himself. Scanning the large hall his eyes paused on one vibrant red-head occupying the seat next to the head table."Who is that?" Tallon leaned over asking his friend Marcus.



"Dont even try Tallon. She is a Gryffindor." Marcus rolld his eyes as Tallon flared at the challange.


"And?" his stoic green eyes reveald his love of the chase.


"And shes betrothed."