As was usual during the meal service, Hobbes had sat with a fork in one hand and a book in the other. He had chosen to sit on the end were mostly first years gathered because while he could tune out their chatter, they were less likely to speak directly to him and disturb his research. Over the summer he had discovered a remarkable similarity between the Bulgarian sing-song charms and the ancient Latin chanticles. So he found some books to compare notes the moment he got back to Hogwarts.<br/><br/>Hobbes didn't consider himself a top class member by any means, but their were few more dedicated into delving into the mysteries of magic as he. So engrossed in his reading, he barely touched his food. Until the headmaster made his announcement, and then he paid strict attention along with the others. Once the announcement was over, he thought it best to finish his meal. So he quickly scarfed down what he could manage.<br/><br/>Reluctantly, he decided he'd best return the books to the library and did so. He refrained from staying an hour or so to look over other passages, thinking that he should return to Gryfindor instead. So seeking out the painting of a certain lady in pink, he whispered the friendly password and passed through into the commons.<br/><br/>