It was by some kind of act of the Gods that Declan was still in school. His parents had kicked up a fussed, sent a very long letter, even a Howler for no particular reason. It wasn't like they were yelling at him just about the situation. Declan figured his mother needed to yell at someone since she had probably tired of yelling at her husband about the missing children. In any case, he wasn't going to keep himself from learning further, especially on favorite subjects, over a few portals.

No matter how scary they could be.

"Hello, Professor," Declan greeted with a small nod and moved around her, as respectful as he could without dashing for the cupcakes. He saw Brent move away with a cupcake of his own and grinned. A very bright head of hair caught his attention and he found himself staring for a moment to recognize the face. She was a year ahead of him and for the life of him Declan could not remember her name. Giving up, he licked the frosting off his cupcake and walked away. There was no point in greeting if he couldn't remember her.

He took a seat towards the back, not before greeting Brent very quickly and sat nearby Etta. The middle was a good spot after all. He saw the Ravenclaw Prefect (or the top of his shaggy head anyway) and felt a small sense of guilt at not remembering his name. They were the same year and he had been gone until recently. He should have known his name by now. He clearly did not seem to be okay and Declan wondered what would be the right move to....console...or...?

Declan wiped the piece of frosting he had licked away with one finger and gently scooted the cupcake he had picked on to the Ravenclaw Prefect's desk. "Cupcake, mate?"