Gryffindor table.

Jasmine snaps out of her daydream and realizes that there is something wrong with Ginny. She ran out of the Great Hall after her.

Pase walked in, he sat at the table, people where shouting and chasing other people down, a ghost riding a horse rides by carrying a sack of gold, and another comes charging after him. Kemono looks down at his papers, through all of the hustle and termoil, he jsut sits there studying, like an ink stain on a black paper.

Charles walked in the great hall obviously hungry and looked around. Food lined the entire table. He jumped towards the table and sat down. He grabbed an apple and bit into it then he emptied a goblet of water. He looked to see everyone staring at him. "What? I'm hungry!" Then instead of consuming more food he looked to see Scarlet, and Jasmine talking to Ginny. He stood and and walked over to them. "Ginny are you ok? You don't look too good. " She obviously didn't she looked nervous or frightened. "I'll take her to the hospital wing if you would like" Charles said to her friends.

Charles sat down there next to people he didn't know. "Hi!" He said to some people sitting next to him

Charles looked over, " So whatcha reading? Any good articules?" Charles laughed he wasn't a big reader. Newspapers could never hold his attention.

"I know who you are," Charles chuckled. "I'm Charles, Charles Monroe. Don't worry about the Prophet, it's all rubbish."

Charles drank some juice from goblet on the table. He coughed a little bit and choked on the juice. "woops." Then he laughed. He grabbed his bag and got up and left.

Charles looked around seeing everyone leave." Up I best be going," He said and left the hall

Charles had come to the great hall hungry and tired. He sat at the table and began to eat. Soon owls had flocked in and he was waiting for one owl to stop by him. Patiently, he waited as letters dropped from the air to awaiting students. Charles waited for his, he had wrote his Uncle and Aunt well over ten in the week. Ever since his minor coma. There was never any replies, he found this very strange. His uncle and Aunt were good people, and loved him a lot. He thought they were his parents until this year.

Then Charles mind went back to his dreams. He twitched his eyes slightly trying to forget what he remembered. Then he remembered his dreams from his coma. The dreams where he found his uncle and aunt dead in their own home. Charles shook his head and drained a goblet of juice, trying not to remember the nightmares that had tortured him on many nights.