As the Headmistress rose to give her speech, Tiara adjusted herself to a more regal sitting position. The speech was a formal time, not for slouching as she had been doing. The professor had been sure that Gregoire would be mentioned. During the moment of silence, she reflected on the other bookend feast of the year in which she had been involved with breaking up a fight partially instigated by the boy. She had known then, based on his attitude afterwards and during detention, that he was headed for serious trouble if he wasn't careful - and that was exactly what had happened.

Her heart was sick; she sniffed quietly and blinked rapidly to hold in a tear threatening to wet the tablecloth. How could they - as a staff - have prevented it? Had the discipline system failed him? Or was this just a case of someone determined to ignore attempts to help him straighten up?

But then Tiara noted the change in atmosphere and realized Anastasia had moved on. She managed a weak smile, knowing that several student eyes were sure to be on her neighbor Botros at that moment. As the food began to appear, she made a mental effort to not let such gloomy thoughts darken the rest of the feast. Though we would certainly wait to trek on down to Ravenclaw table until her mood had improved.