So this was it. The Leaving Feast.

Pao entered the Great Hall. Would it be his last time? He still wasn't sure. Of course it won't be, dummy! There's breakfast tomorrow! All the same, he still took in every inch, right down to the carvings in the tables. Then the first year sighed. He had come to regard this place as a sort of second home, even if it WAS cold up here all the time.

The Keeper plunked himself down on the bench, not even noticing who was near him. He was suddenly ravenous and wanted to eat ALL THE FOOD IN SIGHT.