Perfect timing.

Felicity slipped into the Great Hall just as the Sorting ended and the Headmistresses speech began. For a moment, she contemplated sitting with Harriet at the Hufflepuff table, but then shook that thought off as her feet automatically carried her towards the green and silver: she'd feel weird changing direction. Speaking of weird, would it be strange of her to sit alone? Or, at least, as alone as was possible to at the Feast. She inwardly sighed as she realised, even if her friends weren't missing her, per se, (and honestly, why would they?) Flynn had saved her a seat, and so with a little warmth spreading through her chest at the sight of her boyfriend, she slipped onto the bench next to him.

Within a few moments the food had appeared, and, contrary to the growling her stomach had been doing just before she entered the Hall, Felicity began to pick at it disinterestedly.