Last start of term feast.

The first of many last. She really wasn't ready for this. She was positive that she was the only seventh year to come back, seeing that she seen no other seventh years on the train. And she had heard rumor wise about many other professors quitting over the summer. She didn't hear which ones or anything.

Curiously she glanced up at the staff table. Let's see.... no BellIaire? Thompson? GLENNDOWNER? Say what? Well that was quiet a staff change. She was sad. Even about Bellaire. This was already going to be an interesting year.

She plopped down in a seat. Honestly she didn't want to be here. She wasn't in the mood to deal with these people. She was ready to get to the year over with and get out. It was already decided. Then she got that sense of oh crap, it's seventh year feeling. Ugh. She would have totally skipped the feast if it wasn't for the food. Food was love. Food was friends. Food was life. Food was all that really mattered at the moment. She really didn't care about anything else. She laid her head down on the table. Fooooood. Coooome to meeeeee.