Irene would have been happy if Clue Leverett of all people hadn't chosen that moment to direct words at her. After all, at that point of the Sorting Hat ceremony, they must be less than ten minutes away from their first dinner. Just a few more minutes of silence from one of the strangest people she knew, and all would be well. Of course, things didn't go her way. When did they? "Suit yourself, cannibal. I will do as a normal person, and wait for my food like it's expected of a human."