There was one thing you couldn't deny about being sorted into Slytherin house; there was always something interesting going down.
Hastily, Selwyn reached across the table and brought a goblet of pumpkin juice to his lips in order to hide his amusement at Hutson's bad mood. He didn't need to conceal his smile for long, however, for Selwyn loathed pumpkin juice and it was shortly replaced by a genuine scowl. This school was full of wizards! Surely they could procure a non-vegetable-based beverage? With a grimace he managed to swallow then pushed the goblet away and wrenched a leg of chicken from the bird hoping to replace the flavour with something more appetising.
Now that his hunger was appeased and the pumpkin juice incident was behind him, Selwyn felt the holiday's cares melt away, to be replaced by the cares of the school year.
"Something wrong, Jen?" he enquired with faux innocence.
Though he barely knew the seventh year, something about her manner told him this was sure to rile her; and after being the object of his relations' derision all summer, Selwyn badly wanted to let someone else feel that sting.
"You might want to go easy on the steaks. You know how much the house elves hate raiding farms mid-semester."