Catching the sound of voices in the common room, Rene's fuzzy white ears wiggled curiously as he walked back into the Gryffindor quarters. Tugging uncomfortably at the tie holding his robes to his throat, the slender werewolf grunted softly and tried to unwork the knot with his fingers.
Bumping into a table with his knee, the youth's frustrated blue eyes suddenly sharpened and he cocked back a leg as though fully intending to whip-kick the table into the next millennium. Pausing with his leg in midair however, he suddenly looked up as though realizing that he wasn't alone in the large chamber.

"You there," He pointed, not at anyone in particular, but at the group of gathered friends in entirety, "Halp!"
Dropping over the back of an empty couch closer to the friends, Rene's interest went back to wrestling with his tie. Tossing his hair out of his icy blue eyes the werewolf growled softly and considered going for his knife.

"I hate these robes..." Rene sighed, finally flopping and flashing his sad puppy eyes up at the human peoples.