After writing in the memory book, Junia shoved her trembling hands into her pockets and headed for the Slytherin table as she scanned the great hall for her people. It was hard for her not to go to them. Not to cling to Astrea or hover over Abraham, making sure he was doing alright. Hard not to think of the twins, of how they must be feeling. It took everything in her not to.

Some part of her had decided that if she wanted to get through this without breaking down, she needed to face the feast on her own. There was also the fact that she didn't want them spending their time worrying about her. She was doing alright. Mostly alright. The headaches she had regularly now were easily quelled by potions, the nightmares few and far between, the way she jumped at every bang or shout something she was less embarrassed about now...she was living with all of it and was hopeful it'd get better with time spent away from here. That was the plan.

Slipping into a seat across from Vivian as Flynn was being led off somewhere by Ronan, Junia offered the blonde a small, tired smile. They'd made it, yes? Felt a bit like a miracle after everything. Sky got a head nod in greeting as her gaze fell on the Slytherin captain, their differences seeming silly in the moment. It was hard to care about something like quidditch these days, it was. "Have either of you seen Felicity? I thought she'd be here by now."