Vesper was undecided about her emotions going into another year of Hogwarts. Well, her LAST year. On one hand, she was perfectly aware that it meant she wouldn't have to come back next term...but that also meant getting a job and taking care of herself.

Responsibility.

Pulling out her notebook, she started sketching the compartment door; knees kicked up to elevate her canvas. It was something mundane...but it did the trick. Keeping herself busy like this allowed the Ravenclaw not to think about the summer...or the things that had been said or asked. She hadn't talked to Benjy or West since...

Sigh.

That was something to think about later.