Al & Abbie
Al entered the Great Hall and sent a smile his mother's way, the place looked great. He had celebrated the end of exams the evening before with a solitary bottle of elf wine (sneaked from his father's office) on top of the Astronomy Tower. He'd been surprised to find the place empty, but been grateful for it. Al had sipped his wine and thought out loud to himself for hours, in a way that his mother would say looked just like his father, had she seen him.
Having vented and worried all night though, he was much more prepared to be sociable and among the public tonight. Turning to wave at a rushing Neville Longbottom, something bright yellow and blonde bumped into him quickly and he put out hands to steady her. "Hey Abbie," he started, "You alright there?" Unruffling his simple black dress robes he watched for her to find her footing again.