Although having an end of term feast at the Three Broomsticks wasn't the same as having it in the Great Hall, Dorian guessed that it was better than nothing. He found a seat in the middle of the Ravenclaw table and sat down. Ammonite, his purple toad was resting on top of his head as usual, asleep.

Would Hogwarts open back up again after this year? He didn't want to think of graduating next year in the Three Broomsticks and he felt sorry for the seventh years who had to do so now. He let out a sigh and placed his elbow on the wooden table and rested his chin in his hand while with the other he picked up a fork and began spinning it between his fingers, occasionally dropping it on the table before picking it up to spin it again.

He was ready to go home now, no need for a feast.