Naya entered the Great Hall and exhaled deeply. It was a new term and she meant to start it off right. Surprised at the near emptiness of the room, she made her way toward her house table. No one was there yet. That was ok, she supposed. She had her choice of seats.

Choosing a spot near the center of the table, Naya sat down. She had a good view of the room and decided that was the best place to observe the goings on at the Feast. The sixth year was hoping for a drama free year. Considering the fact that they rarely made it through the feast without drama, her desired outcome was very unlikely. With her elbow on the table and her head resting in her hand, she waited. Let the term begin.