With an arm hovering over the pile of chicken legs in front of him, Jace paused to turn and acknowledge the voice that called him out. “Azura-san!” the eleven year old waved at the girl and gave him a series of nod. “Yes, just like my papa.” He said. “Oh and you too!” he said, observing that her robe had been charmed to sport the Ravenclaw house crest. “Congratulations!”

With a grin, he turned his attention back to the pile of chicken legs when all of a sudden a ball of mashed potato and gravy crashed on it. “...” Jace blinked, and looked up just in time to be hit by a cauldron cake. “...ack!” the eleven year old immediately wiped his face with the back of his hand, and wiggled his way underneath their table.

So far...Hogwarts isn’t that much different from his old muggle school.

As Jace remained under the table, he wondered about the reason behind the food fight. What was it for? Who...was it for? The Ravenclaw would take a peek from time to time, and he managed to see a boy throw food at the Staff table.

Jace wanted to cry. This is not the Hogwarts his papa told him about.

He went back to his spot underneath the table and had his hood up. Was it too late now to board the Hogwarts Express back to London?