Tyrin buffed out his chest where, over his robes he wore a thin orange sash. He was one of the Family, a pro-wizard anti-werewolf,vampire,centaur cult with more radical ideas than enough. He paraded through the all, many regarding him with admiration, some with wary.

Kian, who'd been sitting at the Slytherin table in the great hall, arched a brow as Tyrin paraded through, wearing the sash of the Family. She shook her head, hoping in her gut that Tyrin had the sense enough to stand on his own, think for himself, and not let others think for him. With another shake of her head, she crunched the last bit of toast.