Sabbath had lost sight of both Hope and Nells in the crush after alighting from the train and, not able to find them, had found himself in deep conversation with a Ravenclaw girl he’d never met before. Chatting with her was easy and he’d arrived at the castle in what seemed next to no time. He promised to catch up with his new friend later, stowed his belongings quickly and headed to the great hall in preparation for the feast.

Entering the hall, he wandered along the Ravenclaw table, smiling at some familiar faces, before spotting a pretty girl (Clara) who he did not recall seeing before around Ravenclaw Tower. She stood out in her quiet reverie at the far end of the table with the hub-bub of voices percolating around her. Intrigued, Sabbath approached her, leaning into her line of vision and breaking a dimpled smile. "Hola, I saw you sitting here alone. Do you mind if I join you?" he said to her in his accented English, gesturing to the seat beside her.