Hope arrived at the feast in good time. Some of her fellow eagles had been engaged in a heated philosophical debate up in the common room, but Hope had wanted to get to the Great Hall on time. She'd abandoned the attempts to look edgy and sophisticated that she'd tried on earlier in the term--no more black eye makeup or short skirts. That just hadn't been her, she'd realized. But she also hadn't reverted to the countrified clothing she'd worn during her first few years as a student, either. After all, she'd been shopping in Diagon Alley by now and no longer had to make all her own clothes. She also didn't feel like the same person who had first come to Hogwarts as a first year, straight off the farm and in a strange country. To tell the truth, Hope didn't really know who she was anymore. Well, she had three more years to figure it out.
She looked around the Hall idly, looking for other Ravenclaws that she knew to join her at the table. |