Well, there it was. First year. Come and gone.

Kate felt just a teeny, tiny bit older as she approached the house table. She guessed it was because she was ALMOST no longer part of 'the little kid group'. Second year seemed SO much older than first year. She kind of smirked to herself as she remembered her very FIRST feast. Kids were misbehaving left and right, and she was legit scared. She still might be a little scared if an all out student body fight broke out, but she doubted she would be as scared as she was before.

She took a seat at the house table and looked around. Almost everybody seemed to be talking to somebody else. She'd break in a conversation somewhere. Also, where was the food?