Janelle had finally made it to the Great Hall, fashionably late for once. As she headed toward the Ravenclaw table, she glanced around at the other house tables she passed. Let the fifth year begin. Trying to think positive thoughts, she hoped that this school year would start off better than the last one. It had to.

Reaching her destination, Janelle couldn't help but notice the overwhelming presence of youth at the table. She suddenly felt rather old. Old at fifteen, that was funny. Pushing the thought aside, Janelle found an empty spot and sat down. It was good to be back. Now what was she going to do first? Was it almost time to eat yet?