"That was the first ritual I have been a part of, it was certainly magical!" Mum excitedly commented as we left the sitting room where the Greengrass family and I had celebrated the Yule ritual last year. It was a reminder of how much has changed in such a short amount of time. In that one year; Dumbledore was murdered, an attempted assassination attempt on my life, Tobias coming out of the shadows with a cult, and reigniting Avalon while retaking my throne. To think that a year ago, all I was worried about was keeping my friends safe from Voldemort and his Death Eaters. Even at this time, I didn’t care about school as much; not since the curriculum was significantly behind and my knowledge being as vast as it was.