Hugo had been procrastinating from going to the feast. He was tired. He had been studying loads in the past months and he hadn't been sleeping very well either. School had been fun, but he had to admit he was glad to have a break. As he stepped in the Great Hall, the noise of talking children and forks on plates hit his eardrums. This was a lot noisier than the quiet common room, where he had been reading a book. He had eventually come out of the common room because he had become very hungry. This term had been... Okay. They didn't won the house cup, they didn't win the Quidditch cup and Hugo had the sharp painful feeling that it was because of him. Maybe because he got sick last minute and couldn't play. He always blamed stuff on himself. Standing still, he looked around for Eino at his table. No luck. He should sit with the Gryffindors or with Fee later on. But for now he just took a seat in the corner of the hall and yawned while he leaned his cheek on his right arm and looked at his empty plate.