Gabriel had taken his time...in walking into the Great Hall. There was a lot going on; loud noises, too many people...and he'd needed to talk himself into it. The train ride here had already been disastrous, thank you very much. No one needed a repeat of that.

Hoping to quell the anxiety in some way, Gabe had fished around in his bag, producing his potions' journal. He could focus on this...until it was time to retreat to Ravenclaw tower. At least there, he could be an anxiety-ridden mess in semi-private.

Also, he'd finally pinned the badge on...and it stood to reason that this was adding to the nausea. That...and the fact that he'd ran out of his potion...and hadn't been able to take it today. So, before he could do anything, it was a trip to Culloden's office. Important matters to attend to...if Gabe planned to function in lessons and do this....Leader thing.

His stomach turned at the thought. Leader. Laughable...and he would've laughed...Only, it wasn't a joke. Gabe WAS a leader now.

Keeping his head down, he approached the Ravenclaw table...semi-sneakily cutting his eyes at those assembled. Why did there appear to be MORE girls this term? Older girls, too...Not the smaller ones like Dot, who he could reason were less intimidating. UNLIKE Dot, was was vastly MORE intimidating...The Gray Lady was present, too...and was speaking to everyone. She wasn't a living girl, though....So, Gabe didn't find her as terrifying.

He took a seat beside a quiet boy (keepmeclose22), whom he did not recognize...but was silent enough to be deemed acceptable....and slid his plate out of the way, laying his potions' journal flat against the table. Finding his multi-colored quill, also conveniently located in his bag, he flipped to a clean page and began writing.