He has to backtrack a few times, but he's a very good navigator. Mail-carrying birds, you know.

And eventually: the Great Hall.

"Sorry if I ever said anything bad about you, Muninn."

"I'm the prettiest," he croaks smugly, settling back onto Victor's shoulder.

Dayo walks over to their table.

"Hello."

"Hey," she says, taking a seat.

"Er, excuse me, your table is over there," he says, pointing.

"So I've been informed," she replies, then looks at the other firsties again. "How was your first morning?"

"It was good."

Percy looks confused but given that there is not actually a rule about this decides to leave it be.

"We almost got lost just now but Muninn found the way."

"Did he now. What a smart bird," she says, looking at him.

"I'm the prettiest!"

"Of course you are," she snorts. "Malfoy has the whole House convinced not to talk to me."

"That sounds unpleasant."

"It kinda is, I'm an extrovert, but I'll just undermine his rep until people are no longer listening to him."

He blinks.

"Or I could save him through the Power of Friendship but I don't really see an avenue, there, given that I'm a muggleborn."

"You shouldn't be friends with Malfoy, anyway, he's evil."

"I don't think he's evil."

"Well his parents are."

"Then maybe it would be good to make friends with him so he doesn't end up evil too."

"You saw what he said, he's already evil, and he's in Sly—"