He immediately loaded his plate.

Darius felt a small smirk flit onto his lips as he filled the glass china with an assortment of lean dishes - a t-bone steak, some mashed-potatoes on the side, and a large, hearty filling of steam vegetables. Ignoring the butter beer - he really didn't see how it was delicious - the young boy quietly looked to his left. He had heard of house-elves delivering food and drink underneath an illusionment charm, but he doubted it. Maybe they would cater to his wishes, just this once? "Do you have any Sprite?" His favorite drink back home. There was hesitation, and then, with a small pop, a cool, refreshing can of the fizzy drink was sitting beside his meal. Allowing his smirk to grow into a slight grin, Darius drank with polite gusto, almost finishing the entire can before he dug into his steak. The meat was thick, tender, and slightly well-done; just how he liked it. It was truly amazing how they managed to get every little thing just right.

As he dined, he allowed his eyes to roam over the others. Sitting by a few first-years, he felt a bit awkward. He was one year older, but even then, it slightly surprised him how little some of them were. They were ten and eleven years old, he remembered, but it was still weird to see it. Relinquishing an inner shrug, Darius returned to his meal, not really interested in any small-talk at this moment. He truly wanted to explore the building, and perhaps find a library to go over some first and second year spells - he could probably even try out third yeared ones! It was an exciting thought, and he continued to eat his food at a sedate, yet slightly hurried pace, making sure not to spill in his haste. As he ate a load of brussel-sprouts, allowing them to crunch at the back of his teeth, Darius' ears honed in on a conversation not even a few seats away. A hufflepuff male had come over to their table, and was talking to his brother. He wasn't really interested, until the term 'death eaters' came up. Now...that was interesting.

He realized that he had been blatantly staring with fork in hand, and the First-Year promptly began eating, although his ears were now on the two boys' conversation.