Justin strode into the Great Hall more than ready to be a quarter of an hour late. Unfortunately for him, everyone else had been given the correct starting time, not the "if you want Justin to arrive on time tell him the event starts 30 minutes earlier than it actually does" time. The plan, it seemed, had worked, but as a consequence he was alone. Well, not completely alone as the Headmaster was already sat at the head of the hall. Justin slowed his stride to a fast dirge, checked his wristwatch and cleared his throat. The noise seemed to echo in the empty hall, accompanied only by the rhythmic clicks of his shoes against the cold stone floor.

"Good mo... erm. Good evening, professor," he said, mentally scolding himself for not knowing the time of day. He was about at the Gryffindor table at this point and was only too happy to have a seat as close to the main door as possible. After all, the food was the same all along the table.