In a small but meaningful gesture that was Dunstan Ruskin in a nutshell, he donated his last rasher of bacon to the skinny boy sitting opposite. "It's no trouble, I'm barely hungry at all", he lied, giving the grateful lad a reassuring smile before rising from the breakfast table.

As he did so, he felt two sets of familiar eyes on him. While the rest of the Ravenclaw table chattered away, quite unperturbed, two of his older sisters were looking at him as if he were covered in blood. And judging from the casual presence of his other Housemates, he was absolutely not covered in blood.

Flame-haired Acacia was sat there, having abandoned her breakfast, while he could see the golden Chrysanta at the Slytherin table behind them, both looking at him, both as shocked as each other. Dun ruffled his dark brown hair uncomfortably, and approached Acacia he swung his satchel onto his shoulder. "Are you alright...?"