It seemed like Ron thought the sorting ceremony took ages, for he sat opposite of Harry, moaning and complaining about being hungry. Harry, who hadn’t had a proper meal since his last semester, simply shrugged it off as a bit of a stomach ache and nothing too serious. When the last student was placed into Ravenclaw and joined the cheering blue and bronze group, the supper had begun. Harry, who couldn’t decide what to eat and frankly didn’t feel all that hungry, poured himself a glass of pumpkin juice. After a few weird looks from his friends, he decided he needed to try and eat a little to not worry his fellow classmates. "Uncle Vernon would kill me for this," he said in his head as he served himself some fried sausages and roast beef. This action seemed to calm the rest of the Gryffindors down, as they started to focus on their own meal again, leaving Harry to try and take a bite of a sausage. The sausage tasted wonderful, but his stomach didn’t want it. When the vomiting reflexes started, he put the sausage back on the plate and settled for just the pumpkin juice. An action that didn’t go completely unnoticed by one of the staff members.