After the feast was over - which he always looked forward to, for eating in the crowded Great Hall and listening to the speech and having to sit there until they were dismissed seemed to make him more uncomfortable every year - Dalton hurried down the stairs to the Dungeons, pausing only to visit a bathroom on the way down. He approached the wall that was the Slytherins entrance just after someone who'd listened for the password, and was glad that he didn't have to wait around, instead just passing through and making a mental note of it.

The usual beginning of term celebrations were happening in the Common Room, and it took some effort for the fifteen year old not to roll his eyes, instead focusing on the other side of the room and the passage to his dormitory.