Who: The staff of Hogwarts (open to all!)
Where: The Great Hall
When: The Sorting Feast, Sunday, 1st September
What: A few missing students
Esme's day had been such a whirlwind of activity that she'd barely had time to dress for dinner, in between settling matters with Professor Binns, overseeing the decoration of the Great Hall for the feast, and greeting parents as they arrived to deliver students to the castle. She'd met with each family and new apprentice personally, running from the Floo in her office to the drive where the coaches pulled up and back again, and, once, to the lake to meet a ship carrying in a seventh-year from overseas. They'd prepared nowhere for flying carpets to land, which was an oversight remedied in haste when the first one popped in by international portkey from India and sailed toward the castle gates. Esme envied the House-elves their apparition, which was unhindered by the wards and kept them from being quite so flustered and out of breath as she herself felt, by the time the evening was well underway.
If she was a bit more flushed now than a pale and serene headmistress ought to be, it was at least with pride that everything had gone off so well. The families had all seemed pleased, or at least held their tongues on any complaints, and she'd remembered all the names and references of the new staff members when parents had made inquiries. She had done so much talking up of the younger members of staff, in fact, that she rather felt by this point she ought to be making a percentage off their salaries as a personal representative.
But now the parents had all gone, the students had been Sorted - a good number to each House, Esme was pleased to note; she liked little better than balance - and there was little more left of the night ahead than pudding, and celebratory drinks with the staff before morning came and the term officially began. Esme had purchased a very special bottle of Vermouth Lilla flavored with anjelica, fire seed, and dirigible plum for the occasion.
There were, she was relieved to note, rather less students than she had been given to believe would be in attendance. There had been a great deal of fuss from the Ministry about an exceptionally high number of incoming Muggleborn students of all ages, which after considerable discussion and debate had eventually resulted in the appointment of Miss Fawcett to the castle. To hear the Ministry and the Board of Governors speak of it, Hogwarts would have been half-overrun with Muggleborns and charity cases, but that certainly didn't seem the case.
It didn't seem the case at all, in fact. Esme had greeted every family, she was certain of it; she had been run half-off her feet in order to accomplish the feat. She couldn't remember seeing any Muggles. Could she really not have noticed? Surely they would have said something. Perhaps the Muggle children had come on their own? Had the House-elves not summoned her because they believed Miss Fawcett to be dealing with those arrivals, and not wanted to trouble their headmistress further?
But no—she'd seen all of the children Sorted, and while she couldn't remember all of their names yet, she recognized their faces, and knew most of their families. Esme blinked a few times, and then turned, seeking out Miss Fawcett, who in accordance with her newly-created position at Hogwarts was seated a great distance down the length of the table.
It could wait, she thought. But still, some impulse caused her to smile politely and wait until she'd caught Miss Fawcett's eye and attention, and then to note - voice slightly raised above the enthusiastic chatter of the students below, although not indecorously - "It seems you may have a disappointing time with us this year, Miss Fawcett. There don't appear to be many Muggleborn students for you to integrate into castle life."