A very strange site greeted Gaston as he approached the Gryffindor table. Mr. Klopp was standing on the table... and was that singing he heard? "Mr. Klopp, please get -" he began, but Miss Lupin had sent a spell at the first year. Really?! He thought a knockback jinx was a bit much! That could've caused him to fall and get hurt! He wanted to let them both have it, but he was already sad and in no mood to exchange angry words with students. Oh, if only he could dock house points right now! But he couldn't, so he had to settle for a reprimanding look. Still, he thought Sir Nicholas had gotten the point across and gave the Gryffindor ghost a thankful smile. "Good evening, Sir Nicholas," he greeted.

What was he doing here again? He'd been so distracted by the odd sight that he'd forgotten. Oh, yes, his little gift for Miss Finch! Now he remembered! He approached the girl with a warm, though slightly sad smile. "Hello, Miss Finch! Congratulations on graduating!" he said. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a chocolate frog and a graduation card. "Here's a little parting gift for you. I know it's not much, but..." His voice trailed off. "Good luck to you!"

Another smile when he saw Miss Franks-Mundie. "Hello again, Miss Franks-Mundie," he said before turning away. He'd already given her her little gift, and he had lots more cards and chocolate to hand out!

He started to leave, but he spotted Miss Umbridge. his heart sank; somehow he didn't think she'd forgiven him (nor likely ever would) for the incident earlier this term. He'd been avoiding the girl as much as [possible since, but he had something to say to her... something he should've said ages ago. "Hello, Miss Umbridge," he said as he cautiously approached. He took the seat across from her and looked her in the eye. "I know I'm probably the last person you want to see right now, but please hear me out..." His voice trailed off, but he forced himself on, "I'm sorry about what happened earlier this term. I shouldn't have docked points from you; I just... overreacted. I still don't approve of hand smacking, but I understand why you did it and... I'm sorry." He dropped his gaze, dreading what her reaction might be. He wasn't holding out much hope that she'd forgive him, but at least he was trying to put things right!