Remy never really enjoyed herself whenever she sat at the Gryffindor table, and shot some longing looks over to the Ravenclaws as she traipsed down the Great Hall. Apart from that, she felt all sorts of excitement about being back at school, and had major plans to completely OWN second year and be top of her class. Her first year had gotten off to a strong start, academically. The start of term feast was just a nuisance to get out of the way and then she could unpack and neatly decorate her area in the dorm room. Eeeeeeeeeep!!!

Slipping into a seat, feeling completely unnoticed, Remy looked over to the staff table to see if any or her favourite professors had left. Awww, where was Professor Schmoe!? Since Professor Flamsteed was still here, she figured that Schmoe hadn’t run off into the sunset with her. There were a few more new faces, but she was too distracted to take them in as she had to smile at her friend, Atlas, if he happened to look her way. She was sat a bit further from everyone after all.

Her eyes fell upon the Ravenclaw table again, in a trance, as she twirled one of her long curls around her finger. In such a daze that when she yawned, she didn’t even cover her mouth or even try to be discreet about it.

Oop.