For the first time in years, Lyra made her way towards the Hufflepuff table. The last end of feast she spent at the Gryffindor table, the Ravenclaw table and the Slythering table. That was a nightmare for starters but yet ended up to be spectacularly the best. It should be her last year but due to circumstances, things changed, people changed and well...she changed...maybe too much.

She walked to a spot at the table and sat down. The first thing she did was sigh heavily. Agie had been so busy with things that she missed her best friend while others were just...well...they were there too. If there was one thing on this table that her eyes claimed, it was the strawberries.