Truth be told, he wasn't sure what stop he wanted to make first. It was perhaps habit that took him in the direction of the Gryffindor table. Made sense after all. He'd spent the main portion of his teenage years at that table, and he doubted he would see it again after tonight.

So, he ambled his way over to it, greeting a few students on passing and slowing as he came up to the benches. There was a Flamsteed on the table. Which was very interesting, and not entirely unusual. The man never failed to give a good speech, or display of dramatics. At least it livened the place up a bit, chased out some of those lingering emotions.

Catching sight of one of the students he was particularly interested in addressing, Sabel moved up behind Emily's son and was very tempted to use his head as an arm rest. It was just about the right height and.......

Instead he chose the boring route and clapped the boy on the shoulder. "Keep your nose clean, will you Browne?"

Janelle got a warm smile and well, Zander over there? He got the same grin that Sabel had given him back in the office, though slightly more subdued. Perhaps he would go congratulate the kid on graduating and winning the challenges too.