Jacques figured he had to eat sometime but he knew he had to eat at precisely five-thirty or he would never sleep right and Hogwarts food was quite hearty. He usually stayed away from over eating or eating anything to heavy knowing he wouldn't sleep if he did so if the house-elves were nice enough to make miniature pot-pies he would have one of that, a glass of water, maybe a tart or two before retiring to his dormitory, some homework -all the homework actually- then light reading before heading up to his bed. So as usual Jacques made his way into the hall with a certain tilt in his walk one would possibly mistake for a swagger, it was in fact the fact that he was so awkward and gangly for his age and size, not to mention that his Aspergers didn't dictate that he be blessed with perfect balance but he wasn't useless, he could walk and run and dance badly. His hands hung loosely at his sides and the right fingers drummed their tip against the tip of his thumb quickly before folding over the thumb and making a quick fist before relaxing at his side once again.
His eyes focused on one spot and his fingers got to drumming again until he finally occupied the seat. His fingers stopped and he shifted in the seat a little before placing a small pie -one he was hoping would be beef filled- on his plate with a side of some vegetables knowing if his mother was there she wouldn't approve of him not having some greens. With his food ready for eating, he poured -and spilled a little- a goblet of juice then, began eating. |