The summer had dragged on forever, but finally the school year had begun. Students were back at Hogwarts and none were more excited about it than Lilith Daemon. She absolutely hated the summer. No magic. No classes. The same old books in her house that she had read over and over. Her parents ignoring her. Yes, she was definitely glad to be roaming the halls of the ancient school, using her wand, and spending every moment she could in the library.
This summer was particularly weird. The death of Cedric Diggory (from causes that were now in dispute) cast a pall over the wizarding world that even Lilith had felt. The Daily Prophet was in full attack mode over Harry Potter's version of the story, claiming that the Boy Who Lived was now the Boy Who Lies.
Lilith didn't really believe that. Harry Potter might be an attention-seeking rule breaker, but she really doubted he was an outright liar. And Dumbledore had backed him up. Plus, the blonde Ravenclaw didn't find his story so preposterous. Wasn't You Know Who's return inevitable? Hadn't he been one of the greatest wizards of all time? As far as Lilith was concerned, nothing was beyond the scope of magic and those who could wield it at the highest level. She was certainly scared of He Who Must Not Be Named in the abstract, but there was also an intense curiosity to see what the sorcerer would attempt next.
But for now, the Ravenclaw was racing down the corridors and out into the courtyard. She wanted to be outside while the weather was nice to practice a new charm that they had learned. She had forgotten her robe in her room, and was wearing just her uniform and sweater, carrying her spellbook in one hand and her wand in another. She looked a bit disheveled and wasn't really watching where she was going.