Pointedly ignoring their frequent glances, she mentally prepped herself for the day. Acting like everything was alright was a strenuous effort on her part, and she’d had to do it for more than a couple of days. It was tiring her out indefinitely. Sniffling, she idly drummed her fingers on the wooden table as she waited for the other Marauders to arrive. However, a screech broke her out of her reverie. The source of the noise was Gryphon, Sirius and Remus’ messenger owl. The Potter Heiress nervously chewed her bottom lip and accepted the parchment the owl vehemently offered.