Adam was lost. Like, seriously, possibly irrevocably lost. Merlin's Beard, but this castle was ridiculous. Also, he was pretty sure some of the paintings were snickering at him, and he had a very, very strong urge to flip them off. Not that that would really help his situation any. He'd set out for dinner early hoping that he'd actually, you know, sort of make it on time. And really, he wasn't too late, and he had at least removed the hex that was on the door that had basically smacked him in the face when he'd walked past. (Well, it had been a clever hex, to say the least, and it had been fun to remove, even if he'd then had to clean the blood off his face and the front of his robes. Nobody would ever really expect a door to fly open and nail them in the face, anyway.)
He finally struggled into the great hall ten minutes after the dinner started, making his way up to the table and slumping down, surveying the food. At least it looked good. He decided he'd straighten up and at least try to look professional, since he'd only arrived about a week before and had spent most of his time exploring and making sure his room, office, and classroom were set up properly and he hadn't really met most of the teachers already on the campus. "Hello," he finally said after regaining some composure.