It was a new year. The surge of students in the aftermath of the battle was positively startling. It was like parents across the magical community were trying to prove that they supported the school and its efforts all along, and were showing their support by sending kids that were previously home-schooled, or sent to one of the smaller schools.
Tamelin stood in the throng of chattering kids, smiling at familiar faces and unfamiliar but friendly ones alike. The first-years had set off on the boats, the second years in their mysteriously unhorsed carriages, and the rest were waiting to see what this year's system would be.
There was talk of visits from the others schools again... perhaps a return to the cup, or some kind of exchange program, or even just another show of support from schools mired in international suspicion. Deatheaters were still imagined behind every bush and under every bed, but in the aftermath of the death of 'He who must not be named', the fears were met with a brave front, rather than fear.
Tamelin stood in the throng of chattering kids, smiling at familiar faces and unfamiliar but friendly ones alike. The first-years had set off on the boats, the second years in their mysteriously unhorsed carriages, and the rest were waiting to see what this year's system would be.
There was talk of visits from the others schools again... perhaps a return to the cup, or some kind of exchange program, or even just another show of support from schools mired in international suspicion. Deatheaters were still imagined behind every bush and under every bed, but in the aftermath of the death of 'He who must not be named', the fears were met with a brave front, rather than fear.