Eyes scanning the room came to a halt when she heard her name, and Felicity smiled at the more than recognisable voice. “Junia,” she said, her eyes lighting on her friend and her mouth curving into a grin. “I’m glad to see you, too.” Her arm slipped from the table as the other seventh year joined her, her own head tilting slightly towards Junia as she leant on her shoulder. She was so lucky that she was able to do that, lean on her - both literally and figuratively. It was probably going to be the reason she would survive her exams.

Which she wasn’t going to think about, right now. Luckily, Junia was proving an excellent distraction. Felicity giggled. “You’re just as dramatic as ever. The tiredness is probably an age thing.” Or the fact that feeling inferior was a pretty draining emotion, which Felicity understood better than most, and which she hated that Junia, wonderful, intelligent, beautiful Junia had to feel.

Speaking of drama, Felicity cast her eyes skyward at the perfect moment to miss the arrival of a first year and to catch that of him. Biting her lip to stop herself from blushing, Felicity dragged her gaze back to Junia quickly, desperate not to dwell on the feeling of being pulled in his direction. It was almost physical, and the ache that spread throughout her chest was something she’d hoped she’d be strong enough not to completely succumb to. Swallowing hard, she shook her hair out of her face: no crying, no staring and absolutely no wishing he was next to her. That roller coaster was officially out of order, and, after all, it was for the better.

And maybe he was part of the reason she ignored the first year panicking over no food - Flynn was a prefect, and she wasn’t. That was his job to deal with.