Vi was a little quieter than usual. Today was a weird day and it left her feeling unsettled. Her last feast ever. No. She didn’t want to think of it like that. She needed not too; otherwise, she’d be in tears. She had to make this feast count.

As she approached the Gryffindor table, she gave her fellow housemates a smile. “Hello!” she greeted Liv, the younger Ravenclaw boy, and Beau. “What’s up?” With that, she took a seat at the table. Hmm... Was Professor Marchand okay? Her eyes glanced at the Staff Table and she squinted a little, trying to see if he was there.

Merlin, she may want to consider glasses or contact lenses. All of the recent studying made her eyes worse.