Oakey's hands were stuffed deep in his pockets, his head looking up briefly at the Gold and Black Banners, that he has come to enjoy seeing the past few terms at every End-of-Term Feast he's attended even if everything was still less than par. It was amazing how his House worked so hard to earn the House Cup each term. Oakey was proud to be a Hufflepuff.

He took a spot at his House Table and stared down at the Paper and Plastic Cutlery, these caused him too much trouble this term.
In fact he had quite a few issues this term. Partially pleased that they were hopefully resolved. He looked back at the Slytherin Table, the up at the Staff Dias. It all seemed a little quiet to him right now. His eyes also lead him to the Memory book. He had no earthly idea what he was going to write in it, or even if he had anything really important or inspiring to add.

For now he'll just stay here at his House Table and stare at his feet.