It was an industrious sorting this year, this much was noted. Gryffindors, so many Gryffindors. They were a sight for sore eyes, and a lovely sight at that, they were already proving themselves to be immensely charming and delightful... in their own way. The Gryffindor way.

Raising her goblet to her lips, Seren sipped casually as she made herself comfortable in her seat, affectionate, motherly looks going out to her Lions. Look at them all -- even the one send paper planes to their table.. mmhhmm. Noting that others were already in conversation, Seren remained quiet, but contemplative. The summer had passed in quick succession and already the time had come to get back to work... a milestone of a year it would be. A decade of teaching Herbology at the school, among the other roles she cherished so greatly.