Greta had chosen not to return home for the holidays since with Irvingly still off limits to the public she didn't exactly have a home to return to. She knew her added presence would just place a further burden upon her parents whose living circumstances were already strained and the occasion was going to be less than joyful. She knew if she returned home, if she joined them for the yuletide celebrations, the reunion would certainly not be merry. She knew she'd cry - and everything would simply remind her of her brother and how he simply was not there to greet her. He wasn’t there to fight with her over petty things and to have petty arguments with. If she went ‘Home for the Holidays’ his ghost would simply haunt her wherever she did and whatever she went.

At least at school she could be kept too busy, or could make herself too busy to even mourn him.

Or that had been her plan until she caught herself moping in her room since she no longer had any of the busy work tasks she had surrounded herself with to occupy her mind and instead the reality of everything just... hit her. She found herself almost hating the Christmas Events that she used to take such joy in - afterall it was the first Christmas she'd have without Cameron. To be really without Cameron. And to even put on a happy false face seemed like a lie that everyone was perpetuating. And in the words of Ebeenezer Scrooge: 'Buh! Humbug'

She knew she ought to knock herself out of her moping and that she wasn't doing herself any good so having heard that one of the professors had organised.... something... she pulled herself out of bed and headed downstairs to the Great Hall and the room itself looked inviting enough to draw her further in. A Yule Log had been lit in the centre of the room which bathed the room in a nice glowing firelight. The Professor - Professor Woods - sat making what looked to be a evergreen wreath at one of the Great Hall tables. She had ornaments nearby as well, and idly Greta wondered where the tinsel was - though she could see some adorned a wreath on the wall, and had been used elsewhere as well.

Antelope had already approached the Professor and Greta shuffled in behind her, catching herself again. Maybe she ought to try and pretend herself. It was the Holiday Season, and whilst she probably wouldn't end up caroling she maybe ought to try and embrace the Season of Giving just a little more. She let Antelope do the talking and tried her best to smile, even if it did falter a little bit, and waited for the Professor to answer the Hufflepuffs question. She knew she was probably participating in some social piggybacking but was still trying to pull herself together enough to fully participate.

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