When Malfoy finished and stood up, already asking some of the Durmstrang students to the Common Room for an evening's entertainment, Crabbe and Pansy followed his lead. Goyle, however, remained where he was, shoving his food around with his fork.
"What's the matter with you tonight, Goyle?" Draco asked, his voice dipping viciously. "Off your feed? I didn't know that happened to animals like you."
He wanted nothing more than to slam that pointy little face into the table. His face, however, was expressionless. "Go ahead without me, just got a little stomach trouble. Ate too many sweets this afternoon."
"Well what did you expect?" the other boy sneered. He shook his head but appeared to accept the excuse. He made a few more derogatory comments before leaving with a swirl of his robes, his entourage drifting after him.
Goyle breathed a sigh and his shoulders slumped a little for the first time that day. The Slytherin table was mostly empty now, as were the other tables. Here and there he could see students from other houses socializing in the after dinner hour, but he welcomed the thought that he could escape the castle long enough to pull himself together. He left his food and stood up, not looking where he was going, and began making his way to the double doors.