Rex fiddled uncomfortably with his fork, wishing the food would appear so that he would have a proper sort of occupation.

Miss Benet had been his classmate. He had not known her well, but a part of the boy had admired her sheer energy—energy that had now been snuffed out. What if he had joined her little cabal? Would he have joined her in death, too?

The boy scanned the room for Flora, for Sirius, but couldn't get a good view of the Slytherin table.

He missed his mother.