Adam was not one to get worked up much at the end of feast. But this year was a bit different. He actually knew some seven years, so he had reason to work up. There were at least five seventh years he knew but one of them stuck out more to him *cough*. So, he sat down on the Ravenclaw table and looked eagerly up and down waiting for her to spot him.

Was it wrong to eat off of another house's table? Adam didn't really care much at the moment because he was nervous of the goodbye he piled on a mountain of chicken legs and mashed potatoes onto his plate and began to eat himself away.

Good manners,Adam. Good manners.