Sitting down at the Ravenclaw table, the night above still dark and full of shimmering stars, Ewan was ready. Ready for the coming day. Why he'd risen this early before almost every student he'd never know. All he knew is that if he didn't eat the mixed fruit pancake with lemon in front of him now, he'd faint! Okay, he wouldn't but he'd have severe hunger pains!

Picking up his knife and fork, he tucked in. Eyes only for his delicious pancake and his cauldron shaped mug of tea that sat next to his plate. Of all the things that he could have brought from home, he chose a cauldron shaped mug! This may seem odd to most people. Why would he bring it? But... being a muggleborn, he found it amusing that he'd owned the mug before he even knew he was a wizard. Pausing for a second, he looked up at the sky, admiring the last of the stars before the sun started to rise.