Violet was in a benevolent mood this evening--all in all, it had been a pretty good year, minor incidents like getting trapped in her common room and losing her homework down a giant crack in the dungeon floor aside. Compared to the strain of the Neo-Alliance years and even last year, with the O.W.L.S. and all, this year had been relatively calm and pleasant. Next year would probably be tense again, with the N.E.W.T.S. coming up (and she still had to make up her mind which tests she was going to take), but it would still be better than the O.W.L.S., because she was now fully over the after-effects of Poppy's potions and felt fairly confident in her abilities at the ripe age of eighteen.

Strolling over to her table, she saw Darius and the ever-bubbly Aria already there, but was curious to pass by a somewhat awkward looking Gryffindor, apparently one brave enough to linger over near the Snakes side of the room. "Evening, Apollo," she said nonchalantly as she came up behind him and then moved to take a seat next to Darius.