Before the students arrived, the teachers each shared a cursory hello, taking their seats at the high table. Watching as excited, and anxious, students arrive, Narcissa recalled her days at the four house benches in front of her, she reminded herself that they were going to be different to how the next years would be. She watched as first year after first year got sorted, the happiness on their faces, the confusion, and even disappointment. The Welcoming Feast’s food was as good as ever, if not better than Narcissa’s memory served, but there was one witch who caught Narcissa’s eye.