The students were settling into their seats as Headmaster Gaellen Tate took his seat. It was a pleasant sort of chaos, one that he would loathe by the end of term feast, but one that he could put up with his good-natured grumpiness in the present moment.

Neither of his nearest neighbors were yet at their seats, and Tate nodded politely to Seren and Althea a few seats down on each side. Hmm. His stomach was growling. Short speech on the menu.