Following her, Ioan found himself smiling again. His cheeks were typically sore for hours whenever he spent any time with Romilda. She kept him laughing and he couldn't find a reason to be somber when she was around. At the table, he let go of her hand long enough to grab a sugar cookie shaped like a bat and a glass of punch (which was still thankfully not spiked - he didn't need to profess his feelings in front of the entire school). His eyes traveled the length of the trestle, taking in the fare provided by the house elves. They'd really outdone themselves.
"Good lord," he pondered out loud. "How do you choose from it all? There must be over a hundred different kinds of desserts here."
Then he laughed again.
"I think they're trying to fatten us up or something. Having this much food spread out should be illegal. Everyone'll be sick tomorrow."