As she strolled into the Great Hall, Anna was careful not to let her black heels click-clack too much. She wasn't exactly a pro in heel-wearing and quite frankly, she wasn't even sure if it was appropriate to even let your heels click-clack while walking. She'd packed them last summer, but of course she'd never worn them. Her mother had told her that all seventeen-year-old witches needed a pair, so Anna had brought them along with her to school simply as a way to humor her fashion-loving mom.

As she took a seat, Anna stole a few glances at the Minister of Magic and his soon-to-be former Senior Undersecretary. She was certain the female would win the election. Anna's mother, after all, was a something-or-another in Taylor's campaign. Anna glanced down and busied herself with a piece of the house table that had been slightly broken off. She twirled it around and around until it snapped off the table and crumbled in her hands. That was when she stole another glance at the two very important people sitting in the front of the Great Hall. Were you even supposed to stare at the frazzling Minister of Magic? Probably not. Seeing that she had nothing else to busy herself with, Anna just placed her hands in her lap and waited for whatever to begin.