Literally stumbling through the door, dark hair flying everywhich way, Lasca breathed a sigh of relief as she righted herself inside the door of Honeydukes. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath to try and sooth her nerves. All the new first years were reeking havoc on both her nerves and her disposition. Although that wasn't completely to blame on them, the letters coming from home were a big contributor as well.

Five letters in two days, she had completely stopped reading them after the fifth. Rolling her eyes, the young Ravenclaw remembered opening each one on the off chance that one had been written by her father, but no such luck. Shaking her head, Lasca fished a hair tye out of her pocket and made an attempt to tame her wild mane.

After carefully weaving it into a tight braid, she secured it and then took yet another deep breath. This time taking in the sweet smells of the shop and the subtle lull of those present within the shop.

Thats exactly what she needed. Some sweets and a nice big glass of butterbeer would help her disposition greatly.