Walking into the great hall was not any different this year, Abraham had his shiny cane in his hand (not necessarily a support for him because he was not that weak) and made his way between the neat house tables towards the staff dais. Nobody was here yet, so he took his time climbing the few stairs and walking up to his chair in the middle of the table, the one dear Annie formerly occupied. Botros sat down on the extra comfy cushion, "Oh," he wiggled a little, testing just how comfortable it felt. His previous seat wasn't that nice, was it?? The perks were starting to materialize finally, starting with his butt support.