Iris listened at Lupa carried on reading. She left her own party? Pshh... drama queen. She yawned and looked at Fallon, wondering what she thought of the story. She then looked to the door of the common room, as if she was hoping to see Aaron walk through it. Guess not. She looked at the cookie that had offered to her by the fruit cake of a school nurse. I'd much rather eat a cup cake or a muffin or something not made by her.