The year was not going quite as Lilith had hoped. She knew that things might be a little different because of what happened during the Tournament last spring, but she had no idea that the atmosphere at Hogwarts would be so different.
Normally the blonde wouldn't have noticed much going on around her. She was too focused on her own studying, her obsession with magic, and her desire to practice with her wand at every opportunity. But it was obvious that things weren't the same. It was tense. Professor Umbridge was part of it. But there was also the growing division between people who believed Harry Potter, those that didn't, and those that probably did but didn't want to face it.
The Ravenclaw didn't really think much about that. She probably believed Potter and that You-Know-Who was back. But it didn't bother her. Lilith respected power and ability, and that could blind her to someone's faults. So even though she knew He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was evil, it didn't really affect her opinion of him as much as it should.
She ruminated over all of this as she ate a muffin at the Ravenclaw table during breakfast. She was also casually reading a book on Gellert Grindelwald's duel with Professor Dumbledore (one that she was now legally able to check out, a benefit of being older).
"I wish I could do magic like this," she suddenly said out loud, without fully realizing it.