Guatave slowly entered the great hall and looked around, it had been an interesting year and he wasn’t exactly sure how he felt about it all. It was definitely a change from Beauxbatons, that was for sure.

He made his way to his seat, clothed entirely in a black suit with a black cape sitting on his shoulders. His icy blue eyes looked out onto the empty tables before he turned his head and gave a nod to the two people sitting there. The headmaster and that wimp Wishart.

He didn’t say anything to them, merely nodded his head in respect and then settled down into his seat.