Patrick strolled in. He had somehow missed most of he Inferi battle because he had been sick in his bed. Although he supposed he was thankful for that now all things considering. He noticed Flynn sitting at the table alone. That was very un-Flynn like. He remembered how much he wanted to be like him his first year and now the poor guy had been to St. Mungo's because of the attacks. He was sure that Flynn was doing just fine.

Although, Patrick was not doing just fine. It had hit him recently that he was going to be a fourth year, he was going to be the someone that the ickle first year looked up to. He could barely get himself out of trouble it seemed. He really was going to miss his friends that had helped him thus far who were graduating.

Plopping down he heard his stomach rumble. Great, the end of term speech would last forever considering his poor stomach was growling so much already, "Shh you stupid thing." he mumbled again as his poor stomach growled. He was already sad about his friends, but now he had the pleasure of sounding as if he were starving to death.