As a third year now, Dorian was less excited about the sorting ceremony than in his first and second year. In his first he had obviously been sorted himself which had been scary yet exciting enough and in his second year he had seen the ceremony from a different perspective. But in his third?

Mweh

He looked at his empty plate and sighed. Couldn't the Hat hurry up and decide on the houses quicker? He was hungry. But even as he thought that, he knew that the food wouldn't appear until after the Headmistress speech.

His blue eyes went to the staff table and remembering the incident of last term in which him and a few fellow students had been possessed by some dark magic, the Ravenclaw wondered how the muggle studies professor was. Though seeing her at the staff table meant that she had courage and strength enough to come back.

Making a mental note to visit the Professor later in the week, Dorian watched as four first years so far had joined their House. He clapped his hands whenever the Hat sat Ravenclaw because he felt like it would be rude not to and then went back to staring at his empty plate....before he banged his head on the wooden table

"Hurry uuuuuup" he whined.