Trixie walked into the Great Hall taking in the familiar surroundings. After her rather brief stay she'd been called home at the news of Her death. Being a Black the entire ordeal had been entirely too lavish and exaggerated. She didn't know how to feel about all of it and a numbness had taken over. They'd debated keeping her back at home to finish her education but news of the petrifications had reached her family, after all, the Blacks were a very well connected and extensive family. The number of cousins she had scattered throughout Hogwarts was astounding. Realising what an odd hour it was, she wasn't surprised that the place was deserted. Grabbing a handful of pumpkin pasties she walked back out and up to the Slytherin common room.