Remy was MORTIFIED that she was passing through the Great Hall UNATTENDED. No girl gang… no boys following her every move… nothing. Her train ride wasn’t all that exciting either, and she was beginning to doubt her REP as a third year student. She had always made big plans to be the most popular girl in school by this point. It had resulted in a bit of a speed walk down the long walkway and she sat herself near the middle of the Gryffindor table, unaware of everyone who was already seated.

As soon as she sat down, she had the overwhelming feeling that she had forgotten something, and after patting her robes down she realised that she had forgotten her tie. How humiliating. This had to be the first time in history that Remy wasn’t dressed in perfected robes during events.

She rested the side of her head on the table as she watched the Great Hall doors to see who entered after her, keeping extra wits about her in case a certain fourth year snuck up on her. Who, by the way, she needed WORDS with.

ASHFISHFLAKA. This was not a good start to the term.