Grabbing his bowl of porridge just as Adrienne finished pouring it, he grabbed his own mail, unsurprised that it had been delivered to the Slytherin table instead of his own. A letter from a friend back in France was all that had come to him today. He read it and listened to his sister speak at the same time.

"The same kept happening to me," he said, reaching for his glass before she had even said the word. "Only I was practicing in the afternoon. There was a fox playing nearby and he kept going in a rather slow motion as well. Like it had been jinxed." Buttering toast, he handed one to Adrienne before thoughtfully biting into his toast. "It was pretty interesting."