The Grey Lady was never late. She arrived exactly when she meant to which incidentally was right after the foreign, new headmasters speech. Floating up through the eagle table, her pretty brunette head first appeared in a chocolate dessert cake before all of her elegant ghostly self in a blue and bronze dress for the evening hovered over the Ravenclaw table.

A warm yet slightly restrained smile pursed Helena's lips as she let her grey gaze study the faces of the eagles presently at the table. "Welcome newly sorted first years to the home of wit and intelligence, I hope you'll come to love it here in my mothers house! Old students welcome back for another year of knowledge seeking!"

If anyone had any questions they'd know where to find her. At least the old students did. Floating towards Penelope she wondered who Mr Kitridge had prefected in Thornton's stead.