She wasn't fully done with her packing and crying but she decided to take a break and head down to the feast. The last one of the term...after this she wouldn't be seeing many of the faces ever again. Entering the Great Hall and seeing some of them would have made her start crying again but by now she had strengthened her resolve to not cry. Enough of that was done already.

Without very much spirit she dragged herself to the Gryffindor Table and eyed everyone there. The Prefect struck her immediately...he wouldn't be coming back...

"Hi..." She muttered to all of them, offering a little smile where she could and a small wave to Jake, then she plopped down in her seat and prepared to be miserable. Oh. Sir Nicholas. "Good Evening." She responded quietly, her voice seemed to be refusing to go higher at the moment.

Her eyes then fell on her Head of House. "I'm almost packed..." She wouldn't even comment on her sinking mood. It wasn't worth mentioning; not when the woman looked so merry about things.