Blue was rather happy and proud of herself. She wasn't able to produce a corporeal yet - Merlin, she was only fourteen. But, technically she was able to cast a patronus. It only lasted for a couple of seconds but it still counted in her book. Blue reached out and tickled the pear, looking for her dinner of sorts. She never ever went to the Great Hall any more. It could be riddled with man-eating zombies and she wouldn't know. You couldn't pay her. Well, you could. And then maybe she might be able to afford getting into the stupid room for a meal.

Even after a year of seeing a house-elf-less kitchen, it still looked WEIRD. Blue paused, trying to decide what she actually want to eat and then just went over to one of the dusty tables in a corner. This was her corner. She always ate here. Nowhere else. She brushed away a couple of crumbs and the like from the surface before pulling out her book on patronuses. A whoooole book dedicated to them. A Ravenclaws dreeeeeeeeam.

Heh.