Mordred made his way down from the Owlery to their dormitory to get dressed for the feast and made his way to the Great Hall. He looked around to see that only a few students were present. Most probably they were still packing their things for the summer. He looked around him, taking in the grandeur of the place. He smiled again at the thought that he was going home.

He then realized that in a few months time, he will be going back to this place not as a First Year. For some reason, he was excited to see new students get sorted in their House. Mordred sat at their table alone, wondering what will happen to him next term.