Albus sat back down after giving his start-of-year speech, and picked up his goblet, taking a sip of pumpkin juice laced with a splash of brandy - just the way he liked it, even if Poppy insisted if he kept it up he would develop gout.
He let his eyes wander around the hall as the usual bustle of the feast began to rumble and the students started to relax. Albus was always interested in how the students behaved when they forgot they were being watched. Cho Chang would gaze wistfully down to where Cedric Diggory used to sit before picking up her fork reluctantly. Ron Weasley, his hair shining out like a beacon, would help himself to some chicken, passing Miss Granger the plate next, despite her sitting three seats down on his right. And little Ginny Weasley, almost in imitation of her brother, would try not to look at Harry, stubbornly staring at her plate until the temptation became too much, and then she would glance over, sigh, and pull her eyes quickly back as if she had been caught stealing.( Read the rest... )
Mood: apprehensive
War Status: preparing for battle
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