The day had been long and conflicting, a weird, almost constant switch between nostalgia and grief.  Nostalgia about riding the train.  Grief getting off the train and noticing how small the First Years’ class was.  Nostalgia sitting at the Gryffindor table for dinner.  Grief realizing how many students were not there for various reasons that should have been.  It was a pendulum swing of emotions she didn’t expect to stop any time soon, not for herself or anyone else.