Running late for once, she hurries into the great hall. Moving to the Gryfindor table, she sits, smoothing her hands over her robes and brushing her fingers over her hair as well. The long, thick red locks were tugged up perfectly into braided buns, as usual, her soft brown eyes looking about her table and nodding to anyone that looks her way. Smiling as she starts to eat, she looks about the rest of the room, then looks back to her breakfast. She mutters somethin softly, glancing to the empty spot across from her from time to time.