Dorian had miraculously found the way to the Ravenclaw table without bumping in to any thing or anyone. And as he sat down, the dog eared the DADA textbook in his hand and placed it on the table besides his plate.

Finally looking up, the Ravenclaw said a quick "Hi everyone" as he scanned the table for familiar faces until the sorting ceremony began. He turned so he faced the little first years and unlike last year when he questioned if he had been that small as well, he now thought about whether they would survive this school...literally...

But, no life threatening situations had occured YET.

When the ceremony was over, the fourth year looked over had the staff table, sending a non-existent signal to the headmistress for the speech cause he was hungry.....wait...was that?!

A glimmer had caught his attention from the corner of his eyes and he looked in the direction to see that Jackson had become Prefect. He was too far away though and he did not want to break rules and shout so he made a mental note to congratulate him once they were in the common room. Professor Hirsch had probably already set up some kind of party like always.

Speaking of him....where was he? Not at the staff table... Ah, maybe he was just late.