Nate surveyed the action carefully, trying to gauge the determination and abilities of all parties involved. Speaking of abilities, damn. Some of the professors had great aim, and there were a few students who should really think about trying out for Chaser. "I would bet on the Slytherins coming out on top." The Sorting Hat didn't call them wily for nothing. They were strategically deploying their forces, using their best throwers to take out the key opposing players. Chinh Odin, one of the Hufflepuffs with the best aim, had just been hit in the face by a spoonful of sweet potatoes and candied yams.
He gratefully accepted the coffee; he was still a tea person, but sometimes you just couldn't beat a mug of coffee. "Or Spencer Smith, or Brendon Urie, or Ryan Ross," he added to Gerard's list. "And getting books from William Beckett, and..." He laughed. "Yeah, it's weird." Sometimes he wondered if this was how people felt when they woke up from enchanted naps to find out that they'd slept for ten years. Everyone had grown up, and he was still back here, like Hogwarts had never closed at all. "But, you know, it's cool." He took a sip of coffee. "Although I think you getting taught by your brother would just be weird, no matter what." He'd heard of parents teaching children, but siblings?
Just out of curiosity, he glanced over at Chelsea and Byron, only to find that they were making out in the middle of the great hall, both of them covered in food. Apparently starting a food fight was all it took to bring them back together. They didn't even notice when Ashley Levell splattered both of them with a ladleful of barley soup.