As she walked into the Great Hall, Ophelia wondered if she made the correct choice. When the little blonde was being a brat during the summer, someonr had mentioned her not going back to Hogwarts at the beginning of Spetember. And while the thirteen year old had gone back and forth on the topic for most of the break, she had finally decided to return. There was so much here for her. Or so she thought.

Now, standing at the Great Feast, the short haired girl wasn't entirely sure what to do. This was the last place she saw Gregoire and where she said the last words she would ever say to him. And it was the thirteen year old lied to Austin about her super-secret crush. Yeah, happy times.

Except, this was a new year and a new chance to make memories. And with Austin by her side, she was going to make happy memories. Not ridiculously sad ones that her future kids were never going to ever hear. Wait, did she even WANT kids? Was your third year a good time to decide your stance on parenting? Probably not

Speaking of her king, where was he? The short haired girl got excited on the platform and kind of ran off without him, a choice she was now deeply regretting. She wanted to continue the conversation about buying a train, or the thing about their fashion sense and the new tradition she was incredibly excited about. Speaking of, the short girl had so many ideas she wanted to write down.

Finding an empty seat at the table, Ophelia sat down and saved a seat for Austin for whenever he decided to show his stupid face. He was waiting for the feast on the train, so excited for the food and the people. And she just wanted to see his excited face when he strolled in head high and mouth curved into its usual smile. Not that Ophelia studied his smile! That would be weird, and she wasn't weird. Or maybe she was. After all, she was getting to the point where she could draw, from memory, his face with a bit of detail. That was creepy. Yeah, she was creepy.

Taking out her small sketchbook, the thirteen year old opened to a new page and started jotting down ideas while waiting for either the feast to start, or Austin to arrive. Now that she was here, she was getting hungry. Or was that sick? Whatever, either way, candy apparently wasn't a good and healthy meal. Who knew? And yest, Ophelia had been doing it every year since her first. It wad tradition. And you didn't mess with tradition.