The best part about being a Ravenclaw on the first day, was that they weren't required to find a prefect for the password after the feast. Presley almost felt bad for the other houses because of all of the hassle. As first person in the common room, it gave her a chance to take a deep breath, reveling in the warm welcoming feeling of home.

Presley picked the seat closest to the fire and flopped down, exhausted from the full day. Not only was it her birthday, but she'd had to face telling everyone (well, only really Elliot) about her disagreement with her father, and her cousin had been sorted into Hufflepuff which meant they'd argued. Needless to say, Presley was glad the day was over.

Thinking about Awarlesta made her remember the gift-wrapped box the younger girl had pressed into her hand earlier. Presley pulled it out of her bag, and unwrapped the most beautiful music box she'd ever seen. She grinned to herself. At least she would never be able to say she was unloved. She still had people who cared about her, even if her father and Leo had given up on her.