Jackson was making his way back down the table and when he was approaching the Grey Lady, he gave her a bit of a bow. "Good evening," he greeted her. He always felt that she had this elegance about her. Jackson quite respected Lady Helena. He didn't voice it, but he was in awe of the fact that she was the daughter of Rowena Ravenclaw. Like... WHAT? Honestly, he thought it would have been awesome for the Founders to come back as ghosts themselves... There wouldn't be any more hat stalls probably. Spotting more claws he recognized, he resumed his hellos and smiles before picking a seat. He was quite ready to eat some of this feast. |