Zhenya morosely made her way to the table. One of the empty tables. Well, empty was usually welcoming for her, rather than crowded. She was a bad friend, she didn't know what was happening with Raven or any of the other friends who had left Hogwarts. And Gary, pfft, forget it! The only owls she got were from her parents and brother.

She pulled out a long, half written on piece of parchment, her quill and some ink. She slowly and reluctantly dipped her quill into the ink and began writing home. She hated writing her family letters. The amount of lies she told; yes she was having a great year, yes Raven is very happy. Yes, she is doing well with her homework, and yes, she is attending all classes. Of course she regretted going to Russia and of course she is so happy to be back in the United Kingdom. At Hogwarts… surrounded by all of her friends...