The smell of dinner floats towards us, I walk towards the Great Hall and Harry heads to his dorm to put back his broom. The Gryffindor table is already filled with our friends in their usual spots, only Ron sits in a different spot and I am glad about it. I greet everyone when I sit down, my eyes quickly focusing on a completely different table, thinking I would catch him in a conversation with his friends, but he is chewing on his food and looking straight ahead of him, straight at me.