“Yes, that’s better.” Mordred thought as he made his way to the Gryffindor table. The noise of the Slytherin first years, the bellowing voices of their prefects and the house elf was just too much for him. Let alone a pounding headache that he has right now. He was determined to reach the other side of the hall to look for Ari or Rose or Zara, but suddenly stopped as his vision started spinning.

“What in Merlin’s beard…?” he thought to himself as he cradled his head. “No, I am not going to fall—not going to collapse…” The headache and the empty stomach weren’t helping him at all. He succumbed to it and decided to sit at the very end of the Ravenclaw table.

He closed his eyes and tried to refocus. “Ugh.” He held his head in his hands and propped both of his elbows on the table. It definitely was going to be a loooong night.

Realizing he was at the blue table, he's hoping that a certain Ravenclaw will NOT see him. She will definitely taunt him this time.