Of all the things Flora expected to experience at Hogwarts, the death of one of her peers was not among them. Flora had never liked Céleste Benet. She was — or rather, had been — loud, mischievous, and altogether embodied what Flora feared to become. Céleste Benet had not cared about the consequences of her actions, social or otherwise. She didn't care who she befriended, where she wandered, or what shame she brought upon her family. She apparently did not care if she endangered others, too, as evidenced by her ill-conceived attempt at advanced potions. Although the news of the girl's passing made Flora's chest grow tight, there was a small voice in the back of her head that said that Miss Benet probably wanted to go out with bang, albeit far later in life than she did.

Flora wondered how her friends were feeling; Mr. Fudge and Mr. Bulstrode shared both a house and a year with Miss Benet’s twin. They undoubtedly knew her, and she knew that Mr. Fudge had been friendly with her in the past. She eyed the Gryffindor table from her end on the Slytherin table, wondering where they might be.

She remained silent, though, as her eyes moved only to cast a sad gaze at the Slytherin next to her.

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