Kurumi relaxed a bit as she observed the other students present talk among themselves. It was like nothing had changed over the summer, and it was nice for something constant.

She saw a first year entered, one that she had spoken to briefly at the opening feast, but whose name she had already forgotten. She felt horrible for thinking that there were so many first years that it couldn't be helped, but it was kind of true.

"And that feeling will only get stronger as time passes," she smiled, gesturing for the younger girl to join her on the sofa. "Walnut doesn't bite." He might pee though.