Walking through the Great Hall on the last day of term felt similar to the first time that she was here, a belly full of butterflies. A mixture of emotions, ranging from looking forward to her summer, to worries that she wouldn’t see any of her friends and that they would forget about her until September came around again. It was a dumb thought, since she’d likely bump into them in the regular spots.

With her hair tied in a high, kinda messy bun, Remy stuffed her hands into her robe pockets as she found a seat at the Gryffindor table. She tried to make eye contact with anyone that she knew, hopefully drawing them in to sit with her.

The time alone gave her a moment to reflect on her final day as a first year. She was practically graduating from being a little kid right now.