Well, here he was.

The last opening feast.

Urgh, if he continued thinking like that, he'd spend the whole year thinking about how many 'lasts' he was going to have - and that wasn't Remy. Nope, he was a forward thinker, positive beyond being sensible. No, this was the last opening feast which would lead to University and a job working with sports people in their chosen field - unless he could pick in which case he'd be routing towards Quidditch, 'cause Henry and Daisy and Noah needed a guy they could count on. Yup.

Annnnnd why did the sorting take so long again? He was starving even after all of his sandwiches that he had made for the journey. Yup. He needed food and soon. Didn't they know he was still growing?

A lot.