Ah. Finally. The final feast had arrived and not a minute too soon! This year had been…there was no word for it other than forgettable. Granted the headmaster had made it somewhat difficult but all in all, it had been forgettable. For Ewan at least anyway.

Taking his seat at the long table in the centre of the hall, Ewan couldn’t help but glance up at the embroidered bronze eagle banners that hung up above the table with a little indifference. Maybe it was because this was the first year he’d completed (Having gone home early last year) and it was rather unimpressive but he just didn’t quite feel the a strong connection. Yet.

With a slight twinge in his stomach at the thought of going “home”, Ewan looked down the table and saw two of his fellow Ravenclaw students. With a slight nod towards both, his mind eventually wandered towards the plethora of tasty food that was coming their way soon.