Serena wasn't flat out crying. Her eyes were simply leaking into the sleeves of her robes. When she heard footsteps they went back up to cover her eyes. The only reason she didn't lash out at the person who decided to park themselves beside her, was because she recognized Professor Holden's voice.

A hand quickly reached out for the offered handkerchief, along with a mumbled 'thank you.' She dabbed her eyes and willed her eyes to stop the leaking. "Things aren't okay," she agreed in a shaky voice. He was cool. For not asking her what was wrong and what was causing her tears. Ten points for you, Professor Holden.

There were others here?!

Serena quickly turned her body away from spectators' eyes and inched towards the professor. No one was allowed to see her cry. She'd hex them if she had to. Except Professor Holden. She wiped her eyes quickly, took in deep breath and squared her shoulders. "I'm fine now. Thank you." The Slytherin managed to replace her heartbroken face and replaced it with a stoic mask.

She peeked into the direction the professor had spoken and then turned back to the Great Hall. She'd just sit at the way back and brave the rest of the night until they were able to go to their dorms.