Okay, maybe it was overkill, but Gwen might have possibly been missing her home country a teeny bit. She had skipped down to the Great Hall that morning decked out head to toe like a tourist in NYC. She would never actually wear this stuff in America, except on The Fourth, but she felt like she had to show a little bit of Country Pride while she was here in the UK. Sure, there were kids at this school from other countries, but she hadn't met one yet from America. Her Head of House aside.

Gwen slid into a seat at the Ravenclaw table and grabbed a slice of toast. It was crazy how quickly everything here had become familiar to her. It was like dropping someone in the middle of the ocean. Basically her only choice was to learn to swim and do it fast. Sure, she still didn't know most of what the wizard-raised kids knew, but she wasn't startled anymore by the ceiling here, or the moving portraits and stairs. She didn't freak out when kids pulled wands on each other, and she was thoroughly used to the idea that magic could heal any injury. It wasn't so bad at Hogwarts after all.