Harrison yawned behind his hand as he made his way down to the duck pond, two pieces of stale bread in his hand. It was stupid someone had wasted them really; they had been perfectly edible, and perhaps the ducks were going hungry. They would hopefully like the bread he had managed to save... It was a little embarrassing going to feed the ducks. Even for a first year it would be, let alone someone in their penultimate year. But as he looked around, most of the people there seemed younger than him, so couldn't bee too much of a problem.

He settled down by the pond, looking across it as he tried to block out the other people. They weren't being too loud, but some time on his own was what he really wanted. And it was best to blend in, so he wasn't seen feeding the ducks by some fellow sixth-year who would never forgive him for it. Suddenly outward appearances had started to matter to Harrison, and it was weird at the very least. At least the ducks wouldn't care how he looked.