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PattyH. 
Patroclus made his way into the Great Hall. It was the End of Term Feast, and he was late.
The young Gryffindor had spent the afternoon with his Abraxan, and had returned to the Common room to change, much later than he had planned. His hair was still the tiniest bit damp; he had showered to wash the horse smell from his skin, there was nothing like the stench of manure to ruin your pudding.
He searched the table for any of his close friends; Carter, Tori…anyone. There was no one he was close enough too, so he choice a seat that was empty, halfway down the table. As he sipping a glass of juice, the boys head wandered; this had been his first full year at Hogwarts and now it was over, sure he would be back next year, but he still couldn’t help but feel a tad sad, the Lawson’s would be gone, and possibly others as well.
Patroclus for the first time realized that the school had become more apart of him than he was aware.
Figuring it was a good as time as any, Marcus made his escape from the staff table and Hecate. He had the feeling he was going to pay dearly for that little stunt.
Eh, the woman had been dying to kiss him all term, he knew it and she knew it...so he did it. Thank god he had a very understanding wife. Otherwise he would be looking for a new home as well as a new job.
So he wandered around the great hall trying to decide which table to visit first and thought the far side was probably a good a place as any. The Gryffindor table it was and just as he approached, he saw a familiar figure take a seat.
Marcus kinda jogged his way down the table and plopped down beside the third year and slapped him on the back. "Patroclus my man, how is everything?"