After her ultimatum to leave Willow alone, Acacia went back to conversing with her fellow Slytherins. Needless to say, most weren't to happy about what she had declared. They would see it as a sign of weakness most likely, but none dared stand up to her, at least for now. No doubt others would talk in secret against her wishes. Well, that would be fine. If she caught them, then she'd deal with them appropriately. She did flash Casimir a small smile, however, just to mock him. She knew he hated being looked down upon, even more so when someone got the last word in an argument.

Acacia watched as the first years began to file into the Great Hall, Awestruck at what they were seeing. She produced a small smile as she watched them, somewhat reminded of her first day and year here. She was almost immediately sorted into Slytherin, almost right as the Sorting Hat was barely placed upon her head. She had found it odd herself at first. She had wanted to be in Gryffindor, just like her brother and the rest of her family. Now though, she couldn't see herself being anything but a Slytherin. She wondered how many would get sorted into Slytherin. She had no problem with more people in her house, in fact she welcomed it, but new people meant more competition. More people that would have to learn that her word, was practically law in the house and if they challenged her, they better have the skill and cunning to back it up. No sense in worrying or thinking about that now though. She would deal with the new house members soon enough.

She noticed Willow give her a smile from across the room, one she happily returned as she awaited the start of the feast. However, it seemed the first day of this year was going to be quite interesting, as a crowd began to form at the front of the hall, apparently some commotion starting. First Willow fainted on the train, then something else happening in the Great Hall. She was too far away to make out any details herself, but she did see Willow in the middle of it all, causing her to frown. If they were picking on her, she'd have to act. Instead though, Willow seemed to actually stand up for herself, and someone else. She was actually momentarily stunned by that. That was good that she was standing up for herself, but troublesome at the same time. She'd have to look into that later, because right now the head of the houses strode in, and addressed the students.

The headmaster made a rather, gaudy entrance. Smoke and all. He looked like your typical old wizard. Overgrown white beard, robe, and everything else. He raised a hand, motioning them to be quiet. She wondered what exactly he wanted to address them about. She was a bit hungry, and she was ready for that feast to start. She hoped the senile looking headmaster would hurry it up.