[[Sorry I haven't posted in a while, I got a bit sidetracked and then couldn't really find a good spot to hop in. I suppose I'll just make something open for someone to interact if they'd like.]]<br/><br/>The Opening Feast was just as Katya thought it would be, delicious and fun. Seeing all of the returning students was nice, even the ones that liked to cause trouble. Even though it had been years since she'd been sorted, it was exhilarating in a way to watch it every year. There was always such tension as the hat was set on the young student's head, anticipation growing as it peeked deep into their mind and heart to decide where they belonged, and finally placed them, deciding their fate for the next few years. She spoke with some of the teachers, greeting some students as the food died down, and helping usher them out when it was suddenly stopped thanks to some pranksters. It was getting late anyway, time for them to settle in and be ready.<br/><br/>Katya roamed the halls, not quite ready to get to sleep. Whether it was excitement for tomorrow and the first day of classes or something else, she couldn't say. With no one around, the halls were wide and open, plenty of room to move around. Flying by the torches that lit the dark halls, Katya was in her falcon form, patrolling to kill some time, perhaps find some students out when they weren't supposed to be. She stopped, perching on a statue by the corner, peeking down each way to decide where to go next. It was fun to just explore this place, its ever-changing pathways and staircases made it seem different each time.