Józsua headed straight for the Slytherin table having written a few words of gratitude to his peers in the memory book. He had to take a few deep breaths to get his emotions in check on the way..

Taking his place, he was forcing himself to keep it together; he could be strong on the outside, even if he was falling apart inside. He cast smiles, coupled with nods of greeting to his few friends, not wanting to intrude on their conversations.... everyone had stuff going on. He didn't want to be a nuisance. He felt strangely detached from things.. like he was watching the whole scene in the third person..

Now to wait for the speech... This was so hard.