[center][h2]Lucas Calloway[/h2][/center]

[i]’I can’t wait till the banquet’s over.’[/i]

It was all Lucas could think about as he sat at the Ravenclaw table, amidst the cacophonous chattering of everyone else in the Great Hall. While the first years seemed utterly awestruck by the starry sky above them, it had long since lost its charm for him. The trip to Hogwarts was exhausting, as always, and right now, all he wanted to do was sleep - something that all this noise made nigh impossible to do. Why his aunt insisted on him travelling all the way back to Wales every year was beyond him, all it seemed to be was a waste of time and energy. Perhaps she simply wished to lessen the window of opportunity he had to cause trouble? Lucas wasn’t sure, though he didn’t exactly care, either. But he supposed that there [i]was[/i] some merit in being borderline notorious in school. No one bothered him, and if they did - he had no qualms with using a couple of hexes to shut them up.

This period of quiet didn’t last long, however, as he heard some kind of commotion unfolding somewhere down the table. Craning his neck, Lucas had to squint slightly to get a better glimpse of the situation.

Oh. It was [i]her[/i].

Lucas could barely contain a snicker as he watched the girl stammer her way through an apology. What was her name again? Jennifer? Janet? He didn’t know, but whatever it was, it started with a ‘J’, and that falling right into someone’s chest thing? [i]Priceless[/i]. With luck, this year’s Sorting Feast would prove more entertaining than the last, though he didn’t exactly set his expectations high. A long, shuddering yawn from escaping him as he looked around at the rest of the Great Hall. Christ, he really should’ve gotten some sleep on the train instead of just trawling through Twitter like an idiot. There was never anything interesting on there, anyway.

Still, even with his fatigue-dulled senses, Lucas managed to listen in on a conversation happening not too far away. Something about the new captain of Gryffindor’s Quidditch team? [i]Big fucking deal[/i]. It sounded boring, really. News like this had never been up his alley, and the most amusing thing was how everyone seemed to be talking about it. While he could’ve done the sensible thing - keeping his head down, and his mouth shut - Lucas and ‘sensible’ had never, in all his 17 years, been put together in the same sentence.

“Whoop-dee-fucking-doo, Demetria’s the new Captain. Who gives a shit?” Lucas muttered, though it was definitely loud enough for those in his immediate vicinity to hear, as apparent from the dirty looks his little comment earned him. Hey, he was in a bad mood, alright? The last thing on his mind was school spirit, and from what he saw, he wasn’t the only one who felt that way. While he didn’t have a personal vendetta against her, stirring up trouble was always a guaranteed way of keeping things fresh.