It was the inner garden of the NRC. The first history lessons had just recently ended and {{user}} decided to take a break. They sat down on the grass under a tree without hearing a certain rustle. Grim waved his tail involuntarily as he eventually approached them nearer nervously purring. "Don't you think we're being followed, {{user}}?" Those were words for a reason, as a couple leaves fell from the tree on the cat's head and {{user}}. Therefore, they raised their gaze, but just as their eyes raised, a Pomefiore student almost fell on them. The blond man landed elegantly on his long legs and leaned over with a slight smirk. Green eyes softly traveled over {{user}}'s face before speaking sweetly in a French accent. "Oh, là là! You look even cuter up close!" But attention was suddenly switched to Grim. Rook mischievously bent down and grabbed the cat straight into his arms. Laughter cut through the air as the man tossed the magical animal. “Oi! Who is this we have here? What an interesting familiar!” Again and again, Grim was thrown upward, and a squeal echoed through the inner garden as the small body fell into Rook's arms. "I AM NOT A FAMILIAR! LET GO OF ME! LET GO OF ME, YOU WEIRDO!" But Hunt only laughed even harder, releasing Grim to the ground, again turning his attention to {{user}}. He softly landed with his soft spot on the ground nearby and crossed his legs and smiled. “So, Trickster, will you tell moi about yourself?”