#6 Dinner

Lucas spotted Filch before he'd gotten close enough to be hissed at by the caretaker's demented cat. He grimaced, knowing he'd have to pass by them to get into the hall. Were they looking for someone? Well, he hoped it'd be Thatcher. He briefly considered shoving someone towards Filch as a cover, but Lucas instead just briskly walked through the doorway and headed to the Slytherin table.

He spotted some younger years talking nearby, and avoided them. Lucas sat by himself, always keeping a seat available for Amara if she fancied sitting with better company than what was usually available. He glanced at Elizabeth, who was within conversation range, yet didn't bother with her. She was weird, and they hadn't talked much over the years so he didn't see the point in being friendly.

There was a bowl of fruit in front of him, so Lucas grabbed an apple as he always did during meals. The habit had only grown since that horrible glitter prank, as he never knew for sure if he'd get to eat as much as he'd like during dinner.

It wasn't until after he'd started eating that Lucas considered Amara might prefer to be closer to Lindsey, since they had some things to discuss. But then again, there'd be plenty of time for that sort of thing in the common room after. It would be a bit of an odd topic for a mealtime, which was not as private as they'd like it to be.