Wilber Winterbottom had high hopes for his first term as Hogwarts Headmaster. His calm demeanor might not outwardly show it, but he was rather excited for the coming term and for all the children to arrive so that he could shape and guide them and impart his wisdom on them all. Educating the wizarding youth was so rewarding!

Although his knees creaked a little when he walked into the Great Hall, he walked with the spirit of a much younger man as he strode over to the staff table. "Good evening, folks," he greeted his staff at large with a kindly smile, reminiscent of one's grandfather. "I trust everyone is ready for a fantastic term." He took a seat at the center of the table and turned his eyes towards the door momentarily before looking down one side of the large table, then the other.

"Can anyone tell me how much a polar bear weighs?" The question was for anyone but he paused his gaze on his Care of Magical Creatures professor for a beat longer before looking at everyone else. Perhaps she would know, being her area of expertise. And if no one knew - or even if they did - well. He absently patted the three small bean bags tucked into the pocket of his robes. Maybe he'd have to break those out sooner rather than later.