She giggles. "Doesn't hurt to have more."

"Guess not."

Happy flop. "I'll see you tomorrow at lunch I guess? There's a group that's mostly our age doing wreaths after, but I'll be in other stuff most of the morning..."

"Tomorrow lunch," she nods.

She grins.

She's not very good at going to bed early, but she knows the alarm spell by now so it's okay - and with the bed curtains closed it won't wake up her roommates. 

Ellie spends the morning studying in their room, and joins Anathema for lunch.

Anathema's definitely chipper, and seems to have made a new friend since yesterday - still, she breaks off when Ellie arrives, sitting with and smiling at her.

"Hello."

"Hey. Sleep well?"

"Pretty well, yeah."

"Good!"

"I've been having a lot of fun so far today. Doing holidays is nice."

"I'm happy for you."

"Thanks."

"You're a really good friend, you know."

"I'm trying."

Heeee.

She kicks her legs a bit, eating and humming happily.

And after lunch, wreathes?

Yeah!!!

There's a pretty broad range of effort you can put in, and the upper year helping their group actually teaches them a sticking charm - "Should keep the decorations on for a few months, even if you don't put a lot of oomph into it." Almost all of the other students in their group are people they at least vaguely know, too.

Anathema tries to modulate the one she's making for Ellie to Ellie's tastes, and even mostly succeeds. She has a pretty good artistic eye under all the gaudy taste, though.

Ellie tries to get at least a little bit of all available decorations onto Anathema's.

Excellent! (Giggle.)

So she likes it?

She loves it.

Excellent!

Heeee!

The craft project goes pretty quickly at least - Anathema's wreath doesn't actually have many decorations other than some ribbons tied around the plant stems she's braiding together - grains and autumn flowers and herbs, mostly. They learn a preservation charm, and a small ritual for luck and hope (the upper year is unsure whether it's formally magic, but, well, intent matters a lot even if you're not properly shaping things). Anathema mutters something inaudible to her wreath, too, at the end, then hands it - almost shyly - to Ellie.

Ellie hands hers over as well. The bell at the top jingles.

"It's perfect."