Late was something Abbi never was when food was concerned, yet tonight was different. Things had happened on the train and she needed some time out to help her a little, which it did, it always did. She was a thinker and solver and whenever in an issue she always did one of two things, make a plan, or go sulk at her best friend for one. Either way she was never stuck to do nothing about any problem.

Flashing her usual smile she entered the hall and made her way to the usual Gryffindor table, she plonked down and then peered around looking for familiar faces.

Was Lucas here? ...She was hoping she could talk to him.