Somehow she'd lost Lottie from the time they left the carriages til now. It was the crowd if nothing else. Eager younger students, all chatty and bright eyed and lying to themselves about being ready for the Headmistress' speech. After 6 years of speeches twice a year, the Gryffindor might have been immune to them, so immune that she snuck away from the crowd and headed for the kitchens real quick for some cookies and cupcake; the usual pre-feast ritual as of her third year. You just never knew how long you'd have to wait and she would no longer allow herself to be daunted.

Entering the Great Hall at last, she saw her own table had already begun filling up. Good to see how capable people were of order in her absence. She didn't plan to spend her last term babysitting.

Lex flopped down somewhere closer to the middle of the table, being sure to leave a spot in the event the Hogwartian made it to the table then plucked a cookie from her candy bag. Now to wait, yeah? The hall seemed a lot emptier now that the majority of her friends were off enjoying the rest of their lives.

Merlin.