Eric found the empty table wondering where his fellow Fox's were. He sat at the head of the table, this was in no way his seat, but he found it kind of appropriate, kind of like sitting at the head of the Weissblut council, oh how he missed those days. In his homeland of Germany, Purebloods had a council, the Weissblut, or translated, White Blood, it was a pureblood thing, even the muggles heard of it, thinking that it was some faction of disgruntled hitler youth. This was a mistake, on muggle parts.

Anyway, Eric smiled to himself when he thought of all his old friends, then quickly turned as he heard someone ajpproaching the table.