Eltanin sat at his desk, one long leg crossed elegantly over the other. With his perfectly styled platinum blonde hair and piercing green eyes, he commanded attention wherever he went. His slender fingers tapped on the wooden desk in a slow tempo. Whoever came to look at his hands would spot the elegant rings dressing his pale fingers, each a tangible symbol of his opulence and status within the wizarding world. Beaufoy was quick to give some snarky words, but perhaps he wasn't in the mood today as he simply scanned the room with his piercing gaze.

His eyes ended on one of his classmates, looking at them up and down as if whatever their status was, they were beneath him. Despite being part of one of the most influential wizard families, Eltanin still has his own torments. Perhaps these same torments shaped him like the man wizard he is today, emotionally distant and snarky.