When the conversation moved forward, it did so with a breath of relief from the young witch. The rowdy banter from Gryffindor table was only a small buzz from across the Great Hall, and traditional enough for the start of term feast. Her thought about checking her notebook later for anything from Greta passed by the wayside, and Millie contented herself with seeing the rest of the new Ravenclaws join them at the table.

There were an awful lot of them this year, something that gave her a sense of pride.

"Millie Potts," she added, when others circled through a round of introductions. Millie was close enough to overhear the newest Mr. Black and a chattering Mr. Potter, though nothing close to Miss Greyback's happy manner at steering the conversation. That suited her just fine, particularly as Anne behind her had fallen into the Slytherin conversation at her table, and she settled back to listen until something new crossed her way. She was entirely glad that being a prefect now didn't mean the young witch had to carry every conversation.

Particularly about Quidditch. While she could follow the sport enough to cheer on her team —though in private she mostly supported Anne and Greta's wins over Ravenclaw's— Millie knew little enough to follow a whole conversation about it. At least until the slight, and curiously intelligent, first year who sat next to her brought up different clubs at the school.

"You'll find a club for almost every subject, and dueling," Millie explained, and then added in more humble tone, "There's also a book club, one for boys and one for girls. Anyone who enjoys reading outside of class is welcome to come."

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