Once the play had finished (Which had been a SUCCESS by the waaaaay) he could relax. And so it was at this feast that he could relax. Especially with...the revolving of all that horrid stuff with those American professors. He sat himself down in his spot and let his gaze drift to the Hufflepuff table. He almost...choked up seeing them. But now was not the time. He just smiled in their general direction,...feeling especially quiet tonight for his own reasons.

When was food coming? His stomach was making more noise than he was for once. Many of his colleagues were here, too, and he had arrived a little after students did.

He thought next feast in September, he'd sit with his badgers. It would feel right.