The young witch thought it would bode very well for Ravenclaw to have the Headmaster's son among their numbers now. As others started to trickle into their anointed houses, she made sure to stay attentive. Sitting upright, without the feel of her necklace beneath her fingers, Millie felt altogether a changed woman. Young woman still, perhaps, but more a woman now than where she was last year. The plait that adorned the crown and neck of her hair had taken the help of her sister that morning, but it was Millie who checked that her badge was still straight before they entered the Great Hall today.

There was an example to be set today, and she was going to help set it.

Which meant hiding the giggles she felt creeping up every time Anne cracked a joke from the table behind her. Millie shouldn't have been paying it any mind, though at least she was refraining from taking part as she did last year. A poor choice on her part then, but now a year older and wiser, the newly-minted prefect was finding it hard not to join in to the running commentary on all the students taking their turn at the stool. Or the first student who couldn't figure out which table to go to. And all the delicate embroidery on the uniforms of students who might cry tomorrow when they found out they had to carry their own books at Hogwarts.

Millie was glad that her friend seemed to have found a silver lining to not having a prefect's badge, after all.

Whispers circled her own table, as they did every year. She was just glad that it was Gryffindor table with the loudest voices once more. Even Miss Greyback, when Millie heard her sharing the real story of last year's incident with the young Mr. Potter, kept hers to a low whisper. The young witch's ears heard more than most people gave her credit for, but this year it wasn't a novel that held back her interest from responding. She simply paid it no mind, letting her eyes linger a bit longer on the red-haired witch, before they slid away to the newly sorted students hanging on to every word.

"It...wasn't so bad. Some may find Hogwarts overwhelming at times," she said, speaking from her own experience being overwhelmed at times. Millie didn't admire the way she froze up in times of need, thinking only of herself and her fears. That was something she needed to get over, that Ravenclaw would need her to get over if she was going to live up to her new role. "Just that...Hogwarts can have some hard lessons to learn, especially when the professors aren't around."

"Though we Ravenclaws are quite adept at learning, right?"

It sounded better in her head, but a moment later Millie thought it over. Perhaps she was trying too hard. She wasn't yet the oldest of the students in her house, though the students she had looked up to now were graduated. Her cousin along with them. Now it was just a single Potts at Hogwarts, and perhaps she could do for Ravenclaw what Miss Valenduris and Miss Parkinson and Miss Flitwick could not: make it respectable.

She did breathe a sigh of relief when the most troublesome Miss Pendergast saw her way to the Hufflepuff table. Millie paused to see if Anne had taken notice, it would have taken more than a necklace to calm her shattered nerves had the hat picked Ravenclaw for that first year. From every other word of it, the sinkhole in the park was her doing, and Ravenclaw needed none of that level of tragedy this year.

"Even tragedy can get better, just take it day by day."

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