Many of the other first years look frightened. Wide eyes gaze around the Great Hall. Nervous whispers are exchanged between newly made friends as the older students watch expectantly.
Only one first year doesn't seem to notice. A lone blonde girl is apart from her peers, reading through the latest edition of her father's paper.
"Lovegood, Luna."
No response.
"Lovegood, Luna." A bit more sharply now.
The blonde tucks the paper away and makes her way to the stool where the Sorting Hat is placed upon her head. The process is quick, and within seconds, the cry of, "RAVENCLAW!" fills the air.
Pulling out her paper once again, Luna walks towards her new table, blissfully unaware of all the stunned expressions.