Declan Kenning did not party.

He read. He threw bones. He hosted awful seances. He couldn't mind his own business and followed Whispers everywhere. He thought he could solve every mystery at Hogwarts.

But Declan Kenning did not party.


Declan Kenning did like food however, and so he was busy gnawing at a chicken drumstick while everyone got in the festive mood. His gnawing was anxious, and his eyes jumped from Slytherin to Slytherin in a sort of mental roll-call. Hopefully this wasn't the kind of environment that welcomed a sudden portal that would suck up the entire common room somewhere he had no idea what was like.

"We don't know," Declan voiced his opinion around the chicken bone he had picked clean. "We don't know anything, that much is obvious. The portals don't seem to have a rhyme or reason so for all we know we could be sleeping minding our own business and it could still suck us up."