Brushing along the wall as he passes the Ravenclaw table, Vincent DeWithers stalks along silently, sparing a nod for his fellow Prefect as he passes the larger boy.  Not bothering to glance at any of the younger members of his<em>own</em>House, he takes his appointed seat near the head of the table and leans forward to rest his elbows, steepling his fingers in front of his face.<br/><br/>Younger members of the Slytherin flinch involuntarily as his gaze falls over them.  Older students know that he<em>always</em>looks like this when pondering important matters...but even they give their Prefect a respectful berth today, just in case he's thinking about<span class="bbc_u">them</span>instead of the copy of the Daily Prophet jutting from his pocket.