Nate frowned at Gerard. "You have been eating, right?" He didn't want to see a malnourished Gerard; that would just be depressing. "Being a student? It's..." Weird. Quiet. Filled with long periods of doing nothing which make Nate want to jump out of his skin. "Fine, you know. Although I have to say, I really didn't miss the pop quizzes."
He followed Gerard's gaze to the high table, and wondered what the Great Hall would look like by the end of lunch. And — yeah, he definitely saw at least three Hufflepuffs grabbing for as much roast turkey as they could lay their hands on. Shit, he felt sorry for the house elves.
He wondered if it would be wrong to take mental notes about the alliances everyone formed (or minor feuds; nothing said courtship like a bowl of tomato soup down one's back), but decided that it was probably going to end as a free-for-all.
Peaches and Oblivious? Was that some sort of code, or did Gerard just not know their names? Probably the latter. "You mean Chelsea and Byron? Yeah, it's depressing. That or the sulking. Or the passive-aggressive arguing." Really, those two ran the gamut.