Tiara was not all that hungry. Her mood was less than celebratory, to be certain. She managed meager waves to her colleagues that greeted her at various points, plastering on a smile that hid her inner turmoil. The Headmaster's words washed over her, and the several bursts of applause eventually brought her back to her senses.

Should she go down to the Ravenclaw table? Her food's imminent arrival did not bother her. But no, she wasn't sure she could bring herself to go down there with Leobald. Too much sadness.

So instead, she stayed put next to an also not-so-cheery Airey Flamsteed and just picked at her food. No, Tiara was definitely not the life of the party tonight.