"Did you have fun studying?"

"Yes."

"Weirdo."

And here come Fred and George with a cake which has a Snitch made of frosting on it.

"Do you want the cake before or after dinner?"

"After."

So they eat dinner first!

And it would appear people are refusing to talk to Dayo.

And then cake. Someone made Victor a cake. That's... a thing that happened.

"Where did you even get this cake," he wonders.

"We asked the House Elves to bake it."

"Hmm?"

"Who d'you think makes all our food? We know the way to the kitchen—"

"—you have to tickle a pear on a painting in the first-floor corridor."

That seems like a strange way to get to the kitchens, but, well, this is Hogwarts.

"Why didn't you ever tell me this?"

"Didn't want you bothering the Elves."

"And besides, you never asked."

Maybe he will look up what house elves are in the library after he finishes that biography of Professor Dumbledore. For now, cake.

The cake is as delicious as anything he's ever eaten. Other students look at it covetously.

There is probably not enough for everyone but there should at least be enough for every first-year Gryffindor and Fred and George. And Percy since all three of his brothers who are present get cake and it seems unfair to leave him out.

There are not in fact seventy slices of cake but there are more than thirteen—they are all happy to eat this delicious cake.

Good.

And then dinner's done and the other students start making their way up to the Tower.

Time to read a book some more.