Rylee was here. She was here and she was a seventh year. This was it. The final start of term feast. It was exciting to know that this was her final term, a term that could make or break her. A term that was already silently breaking her heart and not many even knew it yet. That was a situation for another time though. She wouldn't be thinking about it right now, only, it was hard not to.

The ginger lioness' mind was fuzzy and most of the voices around her blended together like never before. The brightness of the room was already making her eyes hurt some and causing a dull ache in her head. Great. Just great. This was going to be a long long looooooong night.

Ordinarily Rylee would be chatting away with her friends and greeting each and every little first year that joined the lions table but that wasn't exactly the case tonight. Sure she was able to make out the forms of kids sitting on the stool up near the staff table and the sorting hats shouts of different houses. That didn't mean she was taking in all the names and faces though.

Rylee wasn't rude though and in order to keep up with typical Rylee fashion she greeted those closest to her with a warm smile, a 'Hello' and even a 'How was your summer?' mixed in with a few 'Welcome to Gryffindor' tossed at the first years. See? She could do this. She had fought to recover enough to return on time and even though her Healers and family weren't exactly in full agreement with the idea, she was here. Now all she had to do was prove she could handle it. And yet blue-gray eyes shifted onto towards the Hufflepuff table to find Stefan and give him a smile.

Rylee Prichard was A-Okay. This was going to be a great year. Hello firstie (Tom) sitting near her! "Hey, welcome to the best house." She greeted the kid with a smile.