Walking into the Great Hall gave me the usual flash of nostalgia. The ceiling had a dark cloudy night, where occasional lightning appeared. Fractals started to appear the longer I stared at it. Splitting off from Harry, Ron, and Ginny to follow Luna to the Ravenclaw table. Looking up at the professor's table, I noticed someone in far too much pink. How could anyone withstand being near someone with that much pink, let alone wear that much. It looked like we have a rather, eccentric Defence Against the Dark Arts professor this year. She looked like a toad.