 Stuck inside with Sirius | *Splish-Splash* | bamBAM | ☁ Spooktacular ☁
Although technically he'd been on of the first into the Great Hall, the dais had filled up rather in the intervening time. Although it didn't look like he'd missed much down his end of the table, with both Kaysha's and Celestia's chairs still vacant. Noble adjusted his sleeves as he finished walking up the aisle, the smug smile that had formerly graced his lips for a few seconds now replaced with a smirk.
"Evening," he greeted his colleagues. Perhaps it was good; perhaps not. Who was he to decide? It was a pleasant enough surprise to see Kalen back though, and Gaston got a nod too. The fellow had looked rather tired when they'd passed in the corridor earlier, and he wasn't sure if it was still new father vibes, or something related to the aftermath from the Dufftown incident. Although not as tired as Curtains, apparently, who seemed to have forgotten what time of day it was. The eccentricity of the man never ceased to amaze.
Moving along the row, Paul looked a tad lacklustre compared to his usual self, although it was hard to put a finger on quite how. Maybe it was just the natural come down after the high of the musical? Noble hadn't gone himself, but he'd heard good things. And somehow he'd been delayed long enough at the Slytherin table that even Haraldur was seated already. How odd. "Fancy an end of term tipple after dinner?" he inquired of the two men. Either here or in Hogsmeade, he wasn't fussy. He just needed something a little harder than pumpkin juice to mark the end of term.
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