Chapter Two: Friends and The Feast
She took a seat next to Collette, who was too busy talking to Laurel and Tilly to notice. Why doesn't anyone talk to me much? I REALLY need to find someone to talk to, someone who understands..
Interrupting her train of thought was the sound of a spoon hitting an empty glass, and the voice of the Headmaster, Dumbledore, filled the Great Hall. "Let the Sorting Begin".
With that, a group of scared looking first years walked into the Great Hall. In awe, they stumbled up to the front of the Hall, all gathering around an old hat, which was sitting on an equally old stool. Professor McGonagall held a roll of parchment and explained to the first years what would happen. Same old story, same old song and dance.. she thought of one of her favorite songs, which actually happened to be sung by a Muggle band. If father knew I liked Muggle music…he'd have a fit..
She watched as the first years all went to sit at the tables of the houses they were sorted into. She watched as a scrawny little boy tripped making his way over to the Hufflepuff house table. A few laughs were emitted around her. She felt bad for the boy, he looked like he had almost been starved. Hopefully we'll get to eat soon, this boy needs all the food he can get.
"LOUIS ZABINI" she heard McGonagall shout over the rumbling of her stomach. She was hungry, too. A 'Z' name, this must be it. She thought to herself as the boy came running over to her own table, the Slytherin table.
Dumbledore, the Headmaster of her school, stood up and said "let the feast begin" and with that, the anxiously awaited food covered the tables, and the entire school started eating. Hungrily, she picked up a roll and began to eat it. She saw her friend Collette grabbing huge portions which she knew her friend could never finish in one sitting. Oh well, it's free.. She finished the roll and then spooned some spaghetti onto her plate. She ate as cleanly as possible, which wasn't too clean, considering she was eating spaghetti with marinara sauce. She made sure to wipe her face with her napkin after every bite, because she was sure there was sauce somewhere on her face.
Hmm..I wonder who I could become friends with..there's really no one else in our year, besides the boys, but they'd never go for me. Not me, when they have Laurel and Collette. She didn't think of Tilly because she knew Tilly didn't notice things such as a boy's interest. She was always too busy just trying to enjoy herself.
Eyeing the boys in her year, she thought to herself. Hmm, those two, I'd never even think about being friends with them, they wouldn't be interesting enough. She was looking at Crabbe and Goyle. Draco, now he's cute, but he's got a million girls after him, he'd never think about even being friends with me. She looked down near Crabbe, Goyle, and Draco and couldn't find any other Sixth Year boys. Hmm, where are the rest of them? Oh well, I doubt they'd ever even consider being friends with me.
She finished eating at about the same time as most of the students. Dumbledore made a few announcements, but Kimball didn't pay attention. She was full and tired from the long train ride. I just want to get back to the commonroom and get some rest.. she thought.
She saw the rest of the students get up in unison and she shot up to her feet, climbing out of her seat and into the stream of students heading out of the Great Hall and toward their commonrooms. She mindlessly walked to the Slytherin commonroom, accompanied by overwhelming chatter of the returning students. One of the prefects said the password and they went into the commonroom. She hadn't payed attention to hear it. Oh well, I'll catch it later. She couldn't concentrate on anything.
She walked into the commonroom and sat by the fire for a few minutes, pretending to listen to her friends Collette, Tilly, and Laurel talk about what they did over the summer. I really don't care about Laurel's trip to Paris, damnit. I want to go to sleep. And with that thought, her feet followed suit. She walked up to her dormitory and no one seemed to notice. She got herself ready and climbed into bed. She fell asleep quickly, not at all anxious for the next day's classes.
