Okay... food. She definitely needed food. She'd finally done the sleep thing, and the food thing would definitely help her be a little more alive. Derry dragged herself up to the Great Hall, Quidditch notebook in one hand, and sat down heavily at the Slytherin table. Right. Food.

Derry piled lunch on her plate and started eating with one hand whilst flipping through her notebook with the other. She'd pretty much decided on the team so far, but there was still the matter of positions and whatnot. She didn't just want to make herself seeker without actually playing with the team to see who was fastest or... whatever. It was hard work, okay?