If she'd known this feast was going to be all huggy and emotional and LOUD, Evelyn would have rethought coming to the event. Eying the young Slytherin that looked...not normal, the sixth year Slytherin girl stopped in her tracks and took a seat, away from all the...weirdness. It was finally the end of the year though, so all those scowls and glares she'd usually give were all left back in the girl's dormitory.

She'd just have to put up with giving 'stares' instead. Stares were fun though! Like right now. Staring at everyone. Stare.

Although, this next year at this time, she'd be one of those seventh years saying goodbye to the school. That hasn't hit her yet, but it was something to think about and pass the time until the feast actually started.