The Great Hall

"Morning." Xander greeted sleepily as he slid into an empty seat, stifling a yawn with obvious bags under his eyes. His hair was as wild and unkempt as ever. "Are you sure that you're feeling okay now? You're hurting no one but yourself if you're actually sick and don't get help."

"Fine. We won't try to help you. If that's the way you want it, be my guest."

Xander raised an eyebrow in disbelief. "Are you sure about that? Because I recall a certain someone not eating any dinner last night either."

He raised his hands in defense. "That's true but everyone's going to be worried if you collapse or something from the lack of food." Xander sighed, running a hand through his hair but stopped when his fingers got caught in his messy locks. "I mean, I can't exactly make you eat anything if you don't want to... Just look after yourself."

He blinked in confusion, half wondering if he had said anything he shouldn't have or not with a small frown. "Ah... Sorry?" He trailed off as she left. Was she angry? A good friend of his always called him slow when it came to reading the situation and other people but was it really that bad? Xander's frown deepened before turning back to the table, deciding that he should keep his mouth shut until he managed to get a decent amount of caffeine into his system.

Xander sat in silence, mulling over his thoughts as he pulled a pitcher of coffee towards him and poured himself a mug. This is what he got for interfering with others and not sticking to Quidditch, a life of drama where things other than sports games and injuries actually happened. Maybe he should just try to dissociate himself from then but then again, there was always... No. Wait. He sighed, ultimately pushing his thoughts to the back of his mind and heaping spoonful after spoonful of sugar into his drink. As of right now, he just needed to stay awake for long enough to avoid being thrown into detention on his first day back of lessons.

Jane shook her head. "No...I haven't seen him since yesterday afternoon on the train. He's kinda making me worried now."

"Alright. I would ask if you wanted to sit with us, but the spells prevent you from doing that... I'll keep an eye out for your brother though."

"So... Who was that?" Xander asked after chugging down a glass of water, watching the younger student leave. A large gulp of coffee had left him with a scalded tongue and several regrets.