Kiri was shivering slightly when she entered the Great Hall. She'd changed back in the dormitory so that no one would be forced (or tempted) to watch her do it in the Great Hall, but the general temperature in the school was meant for blouses and robes, not pyjamas or nightgowns. She was barefoot too, of course, and her toes nearly tried curling in on themselves to avoid the cold stone floor.

The Hall was looking very festive and appropriate for the occasion. The house tables were gone, and only one giant one remained, nearly bulging under the weight of innumerable foodstuffs and drinks. Kiri examined them in passing as she walked over to the roaring fire where she'd spotted someone she wanted to talk to. Her feet made a soft pitter-patter noise on the stones.

"Hey Dylan," she said, dropping her sleeping bag next to his. "Good, er, good evening, Headmaster," she added; the man was standing there as well. She felt a little self-conscious about running around in her nightwear around him.