It had been sixteen years since his youngest child had graduated from Hogwarts, and a significant amount more since the man now walking through the doors of the Great Hall had graduated himself. Taking a second, just a slight hesitation of a step, he looked around as he walked along the Ravenclaw table. His mind bursting with not only his own history but the stories of his children and grand-children.

As he got closer to the dias, the older man bowed his head slightly in the direction of the Headmaster and gave him a kind, gentle smile. ”Headmaster.” He acknowledged, as he stepped up and moved along to the appropriate chair.

”I hope your day hasn’t been too hectic.” Carwyn knew that it had been busy, but he hoped the man had been able to at least take a minute to appreciate being back at Hogwarts. From what his grandchildren had told him over the Summer, being at Beauxbatons had been … interesting.