"Dunno," Seamus admitted. "'M starving though. Wonder when the elves will run out of food, being cooped up in here?"
More people started milling in, adding to the few scattered groups around the tables. Students kept mostly with their friends, and the visitors trapped here kept to themselves as well. It was an adjustment for everyone, and even Seamus saw that some were coping better than others. Neville seemed alright, but Seamus was never sure about him. Sometimes when they spoke he would be the Neville Seamus had always known, sometimes Seamus felt like he was meeting Neville for the first time.