I rushed into the great hall, searching the Gryffindor table for my friends, spotting Hermione, Harry, and Ron sitting together at the end of the table in a group. Walking over to them, I ignored the stares that I got from a few other Gryffindor's who were probably wondering why I spent the whole weekend in the Hospital wing. I sat down across from them and next to Neville, who only stared at his plate in silence.