Orion couldn't help but flush at the professor's comment. At least he hadn't been entirely late. That wouldn't have been a very good way to start a term, even if he wasn't someone that planned to attend all classes. He had always been a bit of a slacker.
Still, there was something to be said about gaining house points. It had never really happened for him before, so the sudden praise made his cheeks color more. He wasn't one to blush, but he had never really sought approval from others, either. Mostly, he didn't give a damn what others thought of him. But having an authority figure call him out? That made him feel both hot and panic-stricken and a little abashed.
Orion listened to all of the answers, tapping his fingertips against his opposite arm, waiting for his window as the questions ticked on by. When the redhead stood up to leave class, he sat up a bit straighter. That was completely odd, but had she looked upset or was that just his imagination?
Plus, the other chick from Bourke was kicking a bit of ass, too. That made him smirk.
"Isn't that would you would feed a kneazle, too?" Orion asked, taking off after Iris's question and taking his guess at question 3. "I mean, kneazles are like a wild, giant cat, right? They're carnivores. So, small mammals or rodents or birds or fish or anything they could get their hands on. Though, if they are more domesticated and not living out in the wild, I imagine they get some sort of protein. I'd say they'd eat more fish or seafood products than anything else. Maybe elsewhere they'd find other sources of protein?" There had been one kneazle in his village and the thing thrived on shrimp heads. It hadn't been wild, but it wasn't a domesticated kneazle, either. It was just one that wandered the docks and consumed all the by-product the boatmen returned with.