<span style="font-size: 125%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-family: calibri;"><div style="text-align: center;">During the Great Feast, the first years met the house ghosts and discussed their dreams and hopes that they will get out of Hogwarts. They talked about the Battle, about Uncle Harry and her mum and dad. She smiled at how they admired them, at how they believed in Hogwarts. <br/>She glanced over at the Slytherin table, catching a glimpse of someone out of robes and she rolled her eyes. He wasn't above this place. Slytherins were almost alway the same; pompous and caring only about themselves. He didn't look that way though, he looked like he was straight out of an American Country magazine that muggles read. <br/>That guy was odd anyway, he had this long American drawl and resembled the Malfoys slightly, but not completely. He had some features that were shared with them but she couldn't quite say that he was. She didn't know his name anyway, so maybe he was...He didn't have that sickening white hair. <br/>"Hey, aren't you Hermione's daughter?" asked a first year, basically bouncing out of her seat. She nodded and the girl began to ramble off a bunch of questions, asking about the battle and what she knew. They asked about Harry and her uncles and grand parents as well.  The girl ranted and raved about her admiration of them all, others even joined in. "Thank you, I am flattered..." she smiled as they continued on, enjoying the feast and food. <br/><br/>The feast had come to an end, and the students went up to their dorms, the first years staying behind to be give a tour of the castle and show them how the stairs worked, as well as how to enter their rooms with passcodes and such. She'd decided to wander a bit tonight though, it would be loud in the dorm and the court yard seemed like a nice place to sit out before it was time for curfew.</div></span></span>