He was late, again. Nathan had already formed an excuse if one asked about his whereabouts. Eh, he was just going to blame it on a bad stomachache that needed to be addressed urgently. In truth, he was taking his time loitering about in the hallways, before making his way back to the hall. He probably going to risk getting himself in detention by Professor Vance ....but it wasn't the first time he was let off by a warning. Heh.

Nathan quickly chose a seat close to the end of the table. His housemates were already bustling with topics he couldn't care less about. Please don't talk to him about OWLS results. He barely passed last term...but he managed to score an 'O' for Charms and DADA. His best subjects so far. Nathan looked around the table for new faces to see. Huh. Look at that, another Fairfield sorted into his mighty house. Hoo-rah.

Not to forget the bloody baron's constant rattling of his chains. He wishes he could put a silencing charm around him. The things he had to deal with in school...