The small, scruffy looking boy with dark hair shuffles as meekly as he can into the great hall. Walking to the Hufflepuff table, he searches for an empty seat. Finding one fairly close to the end closest the door, he sits down and surveys the feast before him. He's kind of hungry, as he thinks he might like a bit of a sandwich and some crisps. He finds a couple of thick slices of a loaf and some ham. He looks for a bit of cheddar cheese. His height seems to impede his view so he stands upon the bench and leans over the table. He spies a plate with some cheese and reaches for it best he can. Not quite reaching the plate, he uses the tips of his fingers to try and bring it closer to no avail. He looks at the students around him, hoping one will note his predicament and offer some assistance. As he's not the most forthright child, he scans for but a few seconds before he sits and places some mustard on the bread and sips at his water. He grabs for some salt and vinegar crisps and prepares for his lunch, his thoughts wandering here and there.