For the first time he made it to the Great Hall without dying of hunger. Like he did the other day. It took him so long to find the food that his stomach had shrunk in on itself. That was a bad day for him. Going hungry did nothing for his mood, and missing his twin didn't improve his navigating skills.

With the purpose of a man on a mission he strode over to the table threw himself onto the bench and a whole muffin disappeared in his mouth before he drew a breath. "Thank you God!" he said strewing crumbs everywhere.