Ebony stopped at the end of the Ravenclaw table, desperately searching for someone, anyone that she knew, but even she had to admit, after just a cursery glance, that there would be no one. She took an empty seat, slightly away from the groups of friends that had already assembled. Staring down at the table, she wondered how she would survive the year with everyone she knew, everyone she came back to Hogwarts for gone.

She fiddled absentmindedly with the rim of the now full goblet infront of her, resting her head on her hands, a deep frown set into her delicate features.