Upon hearing about the Quidditch tryouts, Anatole's ears perked up. "Rosie? You tried out for Quidditch?" His look was oddly expressive. "I didn't know that!" He looked around, expecting no one else to comment with as much enthusiasm as he did. "I hope to watch you on the field sometime," he commented. "All the same for everyone else as well, if you tried out or made it in." He didn't want to seem too favored to his friend, even though sometimes it was challenging.
The other boys kept their heads deep within their books. Anatole, bored out of his cranium, longed to pull them out of their studies. "I'm Evans, by the way." He waved with a smile, fixing his hair and attempting his best Bond impression. "Anatole Evans."
Sadly, he knew those boys most likely wouldn't care. Well, he'd give them a chance.
How I'd die to catch the freedom of falling...
The Lord of Advanced Summoning, Anatole Evans
STA:14 AGI:7 STR:4 CTRL:5