Sterling walked into the great hall in his usual brisk walk. He was wearing his favorite midnight dark blue robes, they whipped around his feet comfortably as he walked. His face was contorted into its usual tight, attentive position, as if worried somebody from the Ravenclaw table would spring up and attack him. He sat next to Davina, whom he knew better than anybody else at the school.
He turned to her and smiled as he reached for a bit of toast in the center of the table. He thought vaguely of house elves as he began to crunch on it. "Good morning, Davina." he said politely and cautiously. He thought it unlikely that she had forgotten the conversation they had had only the night before, but couldn't be too sure. She was talking to a second year girl he vaguely recognized. Sabriel? No... Isabella. Isabel. Iz... Izzie? No. It was Isabel. Evidently she was more popular than she claimed to be, surrounded by a respectable sized group of people.
He nodded respectfully to the other occupants of the table, hoping they wouldn't judge him too much by the nod he offered.