The black robes felt unusual after six months of Muggle attire. Reflecting how odd it was that he had got used to his Muggle clothes again so quickly - only to discard it once more now that he was back at Hogwarts - Risu sat down at his usual seat, all the way off to the side. Not that he minded much: The seats were given out alphabetically by subject, and he was not particularly given to a lot of the boisterous celebrating and discussing that seemed to be going on at other parts of the table where students walked up and down, chatting to their favourite teachers. Or throwing down the gauntlet to their least favourite ones, who knew.

There was this to say about Risu Antares: He looked a little different. Tired. Much closer, all vanity aside, to his age now. The grey in his hair had become more pronounced, and the tiny wrinkles around his eyes that used to only show up when he smiled seemed to making a more permanent appearance now. Apart from the headmaster and a few other people, no one really knew much about his sudden departure from Hogwarts the term before, but it had not been half a year of holidays in the sun, apparently.

Nevertheless, as he was sitting down, Risu smiled at the person to his right, the Arithmancy instructor Josephina Hadley. The person to his left was an unknown to him, but he mumbled a hello before leaning back in his seat and staring into the Great Hall where the students sat talking and laughing, seemingly lost in thought.