Auggie was sort of enjoying himself. Dinners at his home were never this fancy but his mother did like manners and had tried to teach him the best she knew ever since he was little. The Gryffindor sat there in his suit and straightened his tie, the pink one that his mother insisted he bring with him.

Hmmm...so dinner courses. "Professor Cerulean, what about the best one, Dessert?" he said eagerly. Auggie would be so happy if they got some nice brownies, or ice cream after this.