Re: Gryffindor Table (open)
Harry had been terrified to walk into the Great Hall. It was one thing being in a time that he knew nothing about, that he was supposed to alter in order to save himself and his friends. It was another thing all together knowing that behind these doors people who he cared deeply about, people who were dead, sat at their House tables not knowing how big of a deal this was for him. He had missed the opening speech in his own fear but he came in near the end of it all, catching bits and pieces about penpals but not much stuck. He glanced around the hall wondering if he could spot them out but he was afraid to see their faces. He did, however, manage to spot Hermione.
He sat beside her, looking down the table for any sign of familiar faces. And he saw one. His mum. "That's her, Hermione, isn't it?" He questioned softly as to not be overheard.