Elliot hastened to the table...she was late! Very unlike herself, really, to ever be late for ANYTHING. Ah! She hoped that NO ONE would notice...she didn't really see any of her friends, but then again, she was trying to avoid being seen. She quickly plopped down in a seat and smirked to herself in a pleased way. She felt a bit weird about this...

She was going to be a third year. She felt as if her second year had FLOWN by...and with all of the tragedy in her family...well, she couldn't say she was very sorry that it was all in the past. Third year. Old enough to go to Hogsmeade! Oh, how her father would be so proud of her. Well, hopefully.

She glanced around the table, shaking her sentimental thoughts from her head as she tried to look for some nice salad.