Ella was here.

The dementor attacks scared the blonde to death and when she heard that Oakey and Dylish were willing to help people learn to cast a patronus, she couldn't pass up the chance. She felt horrible about not being able to do anything for Theo and West when they'd been attacked and if she could learn now, she could help next time.

...Which, hopefully there wouldn't be a next time.

"Hey Dylish," Ella greeted quietly before giving the Slytherin a faint smile. She appreciated him and Oakey doing this, offering their help. Merlin knew she was tired of running from the things that scared her.

The sixteen year old then stood quietly, wand in hand as she waited for the lesson to begin. She was nervous, remembering things from the last time she'd gotten together with a group of students to learn. This...would go better than that, yeah? Shudder.