Ron plopped down on the seat next to Hermione and averted his eyes. He pulled over some food and started wolfing it down to give himself something to do with his hands, not to mention his blabbering mouth. All the while his eyes were anxiously roving the Great Hall for the tousle-haired black headed boy he called his best friend.
Draco finally made his way over to the Slytherin table, and noted Pansy sitting off on her own. He made his way over there- knowing that it was expected of him- and sat down next to her. Then he pulled over some food, and started loading his plate. |