Few memories were as perfect as her first dinner at Hogwarts. Being sorted into Slytherin, meeting the people who would later turn into long-time friends, and finding a place for herself among other students - all of it she dreamed with before taking off to school, only to realize reality could be a lot better. However, reality wasn’t nearly as good when she had to wait for food. It made her understand why some older people at her first year looked so impatience, and now she was one of them. Her stomach was hungry after the too-long trip, and those sweets she ate didn’t do enough to fill it. In fact, acting like a proper lady sucked when all she wanted was to let her belly rumble free and loud.

"I can’t believe she was sorted into Slytherin. Can’t you see? She’s almost tripped on the way here." Irene rolled her eyes and waited until the girl she pointed at settled at the table, before opening the fakest smile and welcoming her into their group alongside others. As a fourth year, she still sat close enough she could talk to the firstie, but not too close they would annoy her with their overly-excited blabbering. It was a shame she had to sit beside some strange fifth-years, including a blonde-haired one she couldn’t help but feel… pity. He was strange. Awkward. Mysterious, not on the 'I want to learn more' way. He scared her, even. "They should get us food already. Ugh!"