"Ah!" Brendan nodded his understanding as Geo sort of explained the difference between the founders and their chosen animals, though he still wasn't entirely sure. Lions were brave enough, but so were griffins, it was the obvious choice. Despite the founder actually being spelled Gryffin-dor, as he'd find out later, his thoughts didn't change. If Brendan had founded a magical school with the surname Spyderwick, he certainly wasn't going to then go and choose a wolf as his mascot. Elvira's comments on the castle left Brendan stifling a snort of laughter - old and grey certainly weren't the most complementary terms, as true as he thought they were. Beauxbatons was a grand and majestic palace that took great pride in its appearance, whereas Hogwarts was just...rather plain. When Geo responded to his comment on the memorials, Fulke listened eagerly, looking forward to hearing some sort of exciting tale about New Zealand magicians who had done astonishing things. The Flamels of Beauxbatons were always interesting to hear about, their works in alchemy and creating a magical stone that let them live almost forever, to turn metal into gold, it was stuff of fairytales made real even by wizarding standards, and he loved it. So, it was somewhat disappointing to hear that Hogwarts' memorials were for dead students. He opened his mouth in surprise, not at all expecting that response. Had they died here, in the school? He didn't want to think about it, and was glad that the topic was kept brief, not interested in pursuing it any further in case it scared him off from coming back in future years.
Describing Beauxbatons was difficult to put into words he knew, and Fulke took a moment to consider the question. "It is, ah, very elegant, very stunning place. We 'ave beautiful gardens and mountains that surround the chateau, it is something you would see on a magazine. Right, Elvira?" It was the best way he could think to explain it, not wanting to gush too much about how much prettier Beauxbatons was, but the fact remained that it was a breathtaking place to live and study at, and seeing it all from the sky during Quidditch practices was even better. When he was younger, he could have fun and pretend he was a nobleman, overseeing his many subjects below. With the topic on Quidditch, Elvira's comments about Brendan's chaser skills left him blushing in embarrassment, his cheeks almost matching his red hair. He certainly wished any of that were true, his own expectations were high enough with the upcoming match, and actually being at Hogwarts had him more nervous about it than ever, but he chuckled along, shaking his head in amusement. As Geo made mention of heading to the Quidditch pitch for practice, Brendan looked quietly side-along at Elvira. He didn't have any of his gear on him, it was still away with the rest of his things, but he was sure he was sure it wouldn't take long to grab. Then again, flying in front of the enemy before the match perhaps wasn't the best of ideas.
