OoC: You weren't expecting sorcery? This post is during the meal bit, btw.

BiC: Albert could only stare blankly at the table, feeling his sister glare daggers across the room into the top of his head. He'd not eaten much, and eventually he stopped looking at the spread in front of him at all. Eventaully he pulled out one of his books, a small guide to countercurses.

After a minute of reading about various defensive spell, he felt a little awkward as he noticed a boy across the table was looking at the book. After a while, he noticed Albert had noticed him and chuckled. "Despite what you may have heard from your family, you're probably not going to be cursed. At least, not this year." Chuckling again, the older boy took a bite of chicken and looked over his shoulder. "But knowing Lizzy...that's debateable."

The boy grinned and reached over the table. "Henry Gullon, by the way. Head Boy." After a moment, Allen reached over and shook the older boy's hand. "My sister's...mentioned you." said Allen, remembering Liz's rants over the holidays. Henry smiled grimly at that before responding. "Sounds like her. Feel sorry for you, mate. Most of us would kill ourselves after a day with that beast. I shudder to think what she's like at home."

Allen grinned a little at that. If everyone was like this...maybe Ravenclaw wouldn't be too bad.