"Serket.." He repeats it to himself, both solidifying it into his memory and trying to recall another mention of Serket. It's petty, but he does wonder how many children at this school are products of the more infamous pureblood families.

He grunts quietly as she makes the move, not at all expecting a child to be a worthy opponent. He thinks for a moment before giving his movements and then looks back up at the girl, even more curious about the accent.

"I've had worse." He says that with a small snort,because it's true. One Sunday he awoke to a great hall in the midst of the biggest food fight of the wizarding world. "Have you been behavin' yourself?"