So this was the legendary Hogwarts, the place he'd be spending a year of his life in. He touched his medallion conciously, as he hung by the doorway. He'd spotted Dem, and he'd been about to make his way over to her, but then had spotted Chris, both Chris' in fact. But the Chris he had been anxious to approach was the decendant of Harry Potter. They hadn't really been the best of friends since the incident at his house which involved him, screaming guests and terrible flying. He blinked, and scanned the table once again. No sign of anyone he knew. Now that he thought about it, he didn't have that many friends. He decided to sit at the end of the table, beside a big bowl of chips. He took a handful of them greedily, and then took two pumpkin pasties off a nearby serving platter. Oh well, at least he had his food!