While there currently were not tears on her face, the seventh year had obviously been crying in the recent past. All the tears had come out while she was packing so when she came into the great hall, Lily felt as though there were no more tears anywhere. The seventh year still took her time making her way down to the Ravenclaw table for the last time. It was sorta symbolic to have one last feast, even if it was depressing. She stopped about halfway down the table and slid into her normal seat, glancing around to see who else was there. By the looks of it, Captain Mo, Prefect Nigel, and a couple of the others were headed off to other tables in search of something. The rest of the table was still pretty empty with only a couple other faces Lily recognized. Rather than go wander in search of people to say goodbye to, the seventh year pushed her dishes out of the way a bit and started jotting some ideas down on a piece of parchment so that she would know what to write in the memory book when the time came.