Nate staggered into the Great Hall, still woozy. How he had gotten train-sick he still didn't know, but hey, things happen. He strode shakily over to what he remembered to be the location of the Ravenclaw table. At least, he hoped it was the Ravenclaw table. He wasn't entirely sure whether he was in the great hall or not, after losing Jez and Pam in the crowd shortly after getting off of the carriage.

A blunt shock from Nate's mid-shin assured him of two things: 1.) He was definitely in the Great Hall, and 2.) He had grown over the summer. He had needed that. His stature hadn't changed much, though. He had only gained a couple inches. Opening his eyes for the first time since the blinding light of the entrance hall, Nate saw splashes of dark colors. Brown by his aching leg, tan to the side of it, and a glint of gold on the far right of his narrowed field of vision. Yup. Definitely the Great Hall. he thought, closing his eyes again and leaning on the table for support as he walked forwards, towards the middle of the table.

Around the middle of the table, in an empty spot, Nate suddenly halted and slumped down into the seat with his head facedown on the plate in front of him. Not only was he lightheaded, but he was exhausted and hungry, too. Not a good combination for Nate. In his haze, though, he never even came close to noticing his fellow Claws on the end of the table.