Elise walked into the Great Hall a little late, but grateful that the hall wasn't quite as filled as it usually was yet. She wasn't all that late. Arm in the bandage and splint, she scowled. She'd have to wait until after the feast to see the healer, although the Gryffindor prefect with the weird name told her to do it as soon as she could.

Spotting Presley somewhere at the table, Elise sat opposite her, about 2 chairs to the left. Beaming, she waved with her free hand. "Hey, Presley," she said. "You okay?"

Well, Elise had meant to ask if she'd been hurt on the train, but the question now seemed to have a double meaning. She didn't seem very happy either.