Why was Atlas making such a drama about it?! Remy had to fight the urge to roll her eyes at him. Instead she settled with a shrug and a smile, shifting her attention fully to her friend. “Daydreaming about the feast, of course!!” Which was now right in front of them! Remy had half listened to the speech, but nothing particularly stood out to her as interesting. Okay, she hadn’t listened to any of it.

Remy only noticed Nemesis at their table when they gave her a little smile and a wave. She felt herself blushing a little to even be noticed by them, not even thinking about the fact that a Slytherin was at the Gryffindor table. It hadn’t crossed her mind that it would be an issue until Trent walked over to lecture them.

Thank Merlin she had stuck to their home table rather than following her heart to go sit with the Claws, otherwise there could have been even more point loss. Speaking of, Remy’s face showed nothing but FURY but she was careful not to look the Headmaster in the eye as she expressed this. The Headmaster was hella scary, but she always thought him as a fair man. How was it fair that Slytherin didn’t also face a loss???

Remy thought Phoebe James had put it perfectly so she felt no need to add to it, although it wasn’t really her place to comment anyway. A mere second year, after all. Her attention turned to Atlas who was displaying some sort of… something in response to the older James. Interesting. She adjusted her posture and sat up a little in her seat, trying to appear taller, apparently.