It was really happening. Her last opening feast at Hogwarts.

Avalon's parents had given her the option to transfer schools after everything that had happened last year. She could easily join her sister at Beauxbatons. But leaving Hogwarts hadn't even been a consideration. As much as she had been through at this bloody place, she loved it nonetheless. And she couldn't imagine not returning to see the smiles on her friends' and professors' faces.

Simply put, Avalon was now determined to make this the best year yet. Which meant no more getting possessed by weird ghosts, no more war. At least if she could help it. She only had one more term left at this school—she might as well make the most of it. Whether it'd be making as many new friends as possible, trying her hardest in all of her classes, finally nailing her Patronus charm, or getting involved in more extracurriculars, she was ready to make the most of her seventh year.

Her housemates all got enthusiastic waves and hello's in greeting as she made her way to the Ravenclaw table. Her eyes scanned the Great Hall and eventually settled on Headmaster Trent at the staff table. It was the first time she had really seen him since everything had happened, and it suddenly hit her how much she had missed him.

When the new first year (Lisa) joined their table, Avalon reached out to shake her hand. "Welcome to Ravenclaw! I'm Avalon." She then turned to Ashley, letting out a laugh at her comment about Schmoe's outfit. "You have to give it to the guy. He really does come up with the most outlandish color combinations."