As had become customary over the centuries, Sir Nicholas made his grand entrance into the Great Hall through the centre of the Gryffindor table. "Good evening one and all," he greeted with a wide smile and opened arms. "Welcome welcome!"

Lifting his head, Sir Nicholas clasped his ghostly arms behind his back and glided about the Gryffindor table to get a better look at just who all was present. Plenty of new faces by the look of things. Tragic that he had missed some of the sortings. "So ... new Gryffindors! I hope you're going to help us win the House Cup this year?"

Hint. The answer is OF COURSE!

Hovering in place for a moment, Sir Nicholas eyebrows raised when his eyes fell on a certain young man who had not walked these halls for quite some time. "Mr. Escalante! Do what do we owe the pleasure of your company this evening? Haven't forgotten where the Slytherin table is now, have you?"