Ian lumbered into the Great Hall seemingly larger than he appeared in the previous year. His wife had spoiled him far too much over the summer holiday...and had also not allowed him to ride his broom. He clomped down into his seat (almost breaking it, mind you) and immediately looked around the room to survey his surroundings. It seemed a few of the professors were there...and he honestly couldn't remember any of the returning students. His memory was fading. If there was one thing Ian was not, it was an elephant. At least, in the memory department.

"Anyone know when the food's coming?" he asked.