Yeah, so Emmanuelle's final year was starting off on a stellar note. Sarcasm intended. After that halting train stop, breaking her nose and having to take a portkey to the Hogsmeade station, she was ready to park her butt at the Slytherin table and enjoy the feast. But as she reached said table, she found that appearently they had to wait for the Headmistress to finish her speech. Just like last term. Could this night get any worse? And then the ceiling decided to answer her by thundering loudly. She sighed and stared at the roof. "Of course it's storming." She had never been a huge fan of the carriages, thinking them out of date, but now she was feeling rather thankful that they were there. Because, without them, they would still be outside walking up to the school in this mess.