Emily pulled her wild blonde hair from her face and placed it behind her ear. She held her long Yew wand in her hand and hoped that this year they would have some good vegetarian food. She had missed Hogwarts but now that she was far away from the Gypsy village in Canada she missed the smell of the trees and the sound of the brook that flowed near her caravan that used to put her to sleep along with the sounds of the crickets. She missed running bare foot (like she was now) through the fields and snapping the twigs under her feet. Her feet had toughened from spending so much time outside. She missed her aunt (there were many greats before the title, but far more than Emily cared to remember) she missed being called Vadoma by her fellow gypsies. It was the village her mother was from, it was her past and her pressent, and because of her aunt her future. She had a satchel around her waist with intricate designs that she had made that summer, it contained tarot cards, a rune set, an antique tea cup, a pack of loose tea and a silk scarf all inherited by her.

Emily desperately hoped that in transportation that her crystal ball, inside her trunk, was not hurt. She inherited it as well, it was over a hundred years old. She also hoped her albino ferret, Karma, was okay up in the dorm. She missed her Kneazle Bubbles, but she had stayed behind in the village.

Emily looked around her, she must look a sight! She wore a white peasant blouse, a black scrap-skirt she had made from black fabric scraps she had gathered all summer and her ravenclaw robe. She also wore no shoes and the bottom of her feet looked dark from their toughness.