His father always told him when in doubt follow your nose, and the hungry Slytherin was doing just that. For someone who ate as much as Dillon did you would think he could figure out his way to the Great Hall for his meals, but he was still as lost and confused as ever and for the 3rd day that week he had missed at least two of the meals. And for Diggy Greenwood that just wasn't cutting it. He was used to at least 4 solid meals a day with plenty of snacking in between. He was a growing boy after all...at 5'4. At least he was taller than both of his older sisters who barely made it to 4'10

Back to his rumbling tummy which he felt was caving in on itself. With his nose in the air he was following it alright, and it was leading him to the wonderful smells of meat and cupcakes. He wasn't paying attention to where he was going he was too busy sniffing the smells waltzing up his nose and he ran smack into a wall.

There was a bright flash against his closed lids, "OW!" he howled his hands shooting up to his forehead and his eyes popping open at the same time. He kept rubbing his forehead as he looked up through watered eyes at the tapestry of a bowl of fruit. "I know I smell food," he said looking around to see that there weren't anymore doors down this corridor he found himself in.