As the confetti made unimpressive progress toward the floor of the Great Hall, some students noticed that the food had already appeared.  Professor Flitwick, having been watching the results carefully, breathed a small sigh of relief and clapped to himself.  Glancing up, he noticed the visible bags, and started to mutter something to himself until distracted by a tray soaring up towards the ceiling.  Surprised and more than a bit confused, he unsheathed his wand and appeared to cast some spell, but there was no effect.  After a brief pause he cast a second, and this one caught the tray in descent, causing it to flit about, not unlike the confetti, as it slowly made its way to the floor.  His work done, he walked over to Headmistress McGonagall, who favored him with her first genuine smile of the night.<br/><br/>Professor Edgar quietly began eating, politely answering a few questions from the nearby Gates and Hall, showing a particular lack of patience with the latter.  Mr. Minchin paid little attention to the other professors and spent most of his time looking out on the students, a large smile on his face.<br/><br/>At the Hufflepuff table, John Motte soon made his way over to Basil, grinning.  "Ready for another go at the Quidditch cup, Captain?"<br/><br/>At Slytherin, Abraham Matte could be seen sitting next to Rhorvald Harrison, and looking a touch displeased about it, but he didn't move even though there were other seats available.  Instead he expressed what seemed to be the greatest joy at the appearance of food and happily dug in, ignoring Rhorvald for the moment.<br/><br/>(To Daria:  The throw was a miss, but at least it didn't spin off and hit one of the students/teachers)