Isobel walked-yes walked, not skipped-toward the Great Hall. She had about half her stuff packed, the rest she would pack afterward. This was so depressing. She had to leave. She wanted to curl up under the table and cry. At least she was only a fourth year, she had three years left at Hogwarts.

Isobel walked over to the table, climbed over the bench and sat under the table. There wasn't any food on the table yet anyway. She brought her knees to her chest and hugged them. She closed her eyes and tried to clear her mind, it was her own form of meditation.