Ryan had been keeping a bit of a low profile so far. He had had a long, tiring summer, and didn't really feel like interacting with anyone much. He had sped around Diagon Alley like he was being chased by a Horntail and had found an empty compartment on the train. There were really only a few people he really felt like talking to, and even then, he was still trying to keep a low profile.

He lumbered over to the house table as though he were carrying a large weight. He was tired. He couldn't tell why, but that train ride had really taken a lot out of him. He found a spot toward the end of the table at the back of the Great Hall. He was excited to see the Great Hall again, but at the same time, he didn't really appreciate it as much as he should have.

The Ravenclaw captain slowly piled the food onto his plate and began absent-mindedly noming it. A bite of chicken here, a fork-full of mashed 'taters there. Nothing too big.