Roy couldn't help but laugh when Frankie questioned him about girls. "Kissing me is never a mistake Frankie. No girl has ever regretted kissing me. If anything they regret I wouldn't kiss them more," he responded with a self-satisfied grin and a chuckle. "Play your cards right, and maybe one day you'll know the delight that is snogging with me." He playfully threw in the little quip towards the end but he could tell she'd already shifted her attention elsewhere. His stomach rumbled. As Frankie bothered Erasmus, he turned to look at the teacher's table for any sign that the feast was about to begin.

The heads of houses were all absent, still in the other room with the first years. He could see it now, the nervous wide-eyed first years jumping at the approach of the heads of houses. The professors would then lead them through the door, striding up to the front of the hall, stool and hat in hand. The first years would follow watched by the mass of older students and the dark shadow behind them. Wait, dark shadow? No, just Professor Voss. Sure enough, a few seconds later the procession came in just like it had the past four years. Roy still had a clear memories of seeing Tacitus in the crowd when he was sorted and of Nolan at his own sorting. He'd always hoped Nolan would join him in Ravenclaw, but he'd gone to Slytherin like Judoc. 

Excited for the sorting and then feast to begin, he felt a pang of hunger as Professor Granger said there'd be some announcements from the Headmaster. Right on cue, Blevins appeared in a flash and smoke. Roy suppressed a groan. Though he liked a bit of showmanship in his magic, he still preferred subtlety. Still, Blevins was a respected powerful wizard, if he liked bangs and flashes, so be it. He motioned Eramus and Frankie, the girl likely driving Erasmus to sheer embarrassment. It was likely that the headmaster would have nothing new to say this year, but he and his fellow Ravenclaws generally gave any teacher their full attention.