Silvia entered the Great Hall and took a seat at the Ravenclaw table. The mood of the evening seemed varied; most students were excited to be finished with the term and leaving for summer break, but some of the seventh years appeared somber, knowing that this was likely to be their last evening at Hogwarts. Silvia was glad exams were over with and proud that she made it through her first year. It was exciting to think she wouldn't be a new student next year and instead could be one of those helping the new students.

But at the same time, seeing the mood of a few of the seventh years made her think that that could be her in a couple of years. She liked school (most of the time) and loved Hogwarts. It was still very early in her education, but each year that passed, even the first year, was one step closer to having to leave it behind.

She pushed that thought out of her mind and brought herself back to reality. She needed to stop dwelling on these kinds of things. That was a long time off yet and she would deal with it when the time came. As she was just a first year, now was the time to be happy and enjoy things instead of worrying about the future. Instead she turned her mind to the matter of the feast, eagerly awaiting the food and friends.