Leland looked over in moderate interest at Sebastian Grey's speech and smiled at it for good measure before turning back to the serving of pomegranate cobbler on his plate, which was blandly looking up at him with its seedy contents. He started thinking about the advanced classes he was taking this year--the potions class was going to be intriguing, at least. He scraped the tip of his fork over the cobbler, and after considering it for a moment, popped it into his mouth with his first genuine smile of the day. He really like pomegranate, and the year ahead him looked promising enough.