Mr Palantine sat in a corner on a blue fluffy cushion reading a book about a werewolf that tormented a town, it was utterly boring and he pushed his glasses back up his nose. The students falling out the painting were making an awful racket and he stood up, snapping the book closed. He stalked off to see which students had brought luggage and haul it up the stairs to their bedrooms. Dinner would also be requested soon and the start of term usually meant starting with a bang.