While the end of term was met with usual feelings of sadness to leave these homely halls, nothing could beat being at her actual home with her family. For a short summer, anyway. Remy would sure hate to be cooped up there for longer than just that. After months of a somewhat scruffy appearance, particularly her hair, Remy had gone with a neat and tight ponytail with a red scrunchy to represent her house colours. Hopefully they would win the cup this term.

Her eyes quickly spotted Atlas, and while she was eager to poke him about his OWLs experience (since it was to be hers next term), she honestly couldn’t be bothered to talk about school work right now.

“You seem chipper.” She commented after noticing his humming and drumming hands. Remy took a seat directly opposite him and started to people watch as others arrived, at their own table as well as others.