Isaac's eyes were hard at work, but he loved it, training was his passion, tests and puzzles to solve, and that's all this was. He smiled to himself as he watched the interaction between James and Old Lady Ell, as well as the one between the swarm of girls and the two students who had started a fight earlier, he chuckled at the antics of the one as he saw the girls focus visibly shift from one to the other, then he watched the other behave strangely, 'Must be a lightweight" Isaac reasoned with himself, All the while making sure to keep himself fed, and carrying on a silent conversation with Talon, it was a language they had developed subconsciously over the years, it required no words whatsoever, only normal, barely noticeable body movement. A nod of the head, a slight movement of fingers, a show of new scars, a swipe of the arm, a hand running through thick, slick, hair, a touch of the mask etc, etc. 

Then, Isaac, saw a student hurriedly enter the banquet, it was a large affair so the student hadn't made much noise, but Isaac it was enough to gain Isaac's attention. The student originally looked like he had been looking for somebody, but couldn't find them. As the student sat down, Isaac recognized the distinct look of over-calculating nervousness, a similar expression to what he, and many first years, had had on his face during his beginning tenure at the Academy. Isaac eyed the first year, raising an eyebrow as the student sat down near him, shrugging inwardly Isaac reached out, and grabbed another piece of meat, unfortunately placed near the carnivorous Dragoid, as Isaac fought his way through the throng that was the eating Dragoid's atmosphere, he waited to see what the student would do, if anything.