Ivan walked up to the Ravenclaw table. His house. Aside from James being there he really would have much rather been placed in Gryffindor. With Lexi....sigh. Looking around at the empty goblets and plates he groaned. When would it be time to eat yet? If he didn't get something soon he would.... Well he wasn't sure but he was starving. Finding an empty seat he plopped himself down and looked up at the staff table willing them to get the food on. You want to eat...you want to eat...you want to eat...