One of the strangest things about being in Hogwarts again was the way people segregated themselves by house. It had always been awkward when he was dating Megan, finding a place they both could sit and no one would look at them strangely. He and Ollie had the same problem. Stan, as always, tried to pretend it didn't bug him.
"It's been... interesting," he allowed. "I probably shouldn't say much-" He gestured around with a fork. "-but I'm not pissed and I'm actually probably saner than I've been for a year." Stan stabbed some roast beef from a central platter, moving it onto his plate. "And yourself? Big picture like?"