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As evening approached and the sun began to sink below the horizon, the sound of chatting students quietened to a murmur. Bridget was definitely not the studious sort, yet had found herself absorbed in a book she was required to study for her upcoming lessons. She was so engrossed that she barely noticed when most of the other students filed out of the Great Hall after dinner. A few remained, either to chat with friends in other houses or to study, as Bridget was. She placed her elbow on the table and rested her chin on her hand, refusing to go up to the common room before she'd finished the last few pages. Bridget wasn't particularly enthusiastic about lessons starting, though she knew it would be exciting. She was far more interested in Quidditch, even though her fear of heights prevented her from truly enjoying flying. Bridget hadn't even ventured up to the owlery to receive post from her Mother for fear of falling back down the spiral staircase. She sighed, her thick ginger hair falling across her face, making it irritably hard to read; not to mention the fact there were several giggly Hufflepuff girls a few meters to her right. Frustrated, Bridget closed her book a little louder than necessary and got up from the table. She could have gone back to the common room to finish her book, but she assumed it would be even noisier there. For once, Bridget was almost glad she didn't enjoy studying. It seemed like an impossible task at Hogwarts. Making a mental note to find a quiet place for herself, Bridget swept over to the Ravenclaw table and sat down.
Satisfied with the low noise level at this table, Bridget was pleased to see other first years with their noses in books. At least she didn't look like the odd one out here, even if she was wearing Hufflepuff robes. She reopened her large, leather book and began tracing the words with her finger, looking for the point she had stopped at. Once she had found it, she resumed her reading. Four pages to go. She whispered the words under her breath as she read them - a habit that she had formed as a child. It was something her Mother did, and being around her so much meant that she had picked up many traits that she had. Bridget didn't consider this a bad thing. Her Mother was a kind, caring person, if a little over protective at times. At any rate, she only wanted what was best for her children. Bridget despised her Brother, Orland. After everything their Mother had taught them, she was amazed by his ignorance and lack of willpower to be a good person. The thought of her meeting with him several weeks ago still made her shudder. He had changed so much since Bridget had last seen him, and definitely not for the better. Finally, Bridget reached the end of her book, but closed it with an unsatisfied look on her face. She had been thinking too much for any of the words to go in. She was starting to think less and less optimistically about lessons, and considered asking one of the Ravenclaws for help. She glanced over at a boy sitting a few feet to her left and opened her mouth to speak, but backed out at the last second. She wasn't even a Ravenclaw for goodness' sake. Bridget felt her stomach knot. Where were her friends, anyway? She hadn't seen them since she'd been sorted, and was starting to feel quite alone.
Satisfied with the low noise level at this table, Bridget was pleased to see other first years with their noses in books. At least she didn't look like the odd one out here, even if she was wearing Hufflepuff robes. She reopened her large, leather book and began tracing the words with her finger, looking for the point she had stopped at. Once she had found it, she resumed her reading. Four pages to go. She whispered the words under her breath as she read them - a habit that she had formed as a child. It was something her Mother did, and being around her so much meant that she had picked up many traits that she had. Bridget didn't consider this a bad thing. Her Mother was a kind, caring person, if a little over protective at times. At any rate, she only wanted what was best for her children. Bridget despised her Brother, Orland. After everything their Mother had taught them, she was amazed by his ignorance and lack of willpower to be a good person. The thought of her meeting with him several weeks ago still made her shudder. He had changed so much since Bridget had last seen him, and definitely not for the better. Finally, Bridget reached the end of her book, but closed it with an unsatisfied look on her face. She had been thinking too much for any of the words to go in. She was starting to think less and less optimistically about lessons, and considered asking one of the Ravenclaws for help. She glanced over at a boy sitting a few feet to her left and opened her mouth to speak, but backed out at the last second. She wasn't even a Ravenclaw for goodness' sake. Bridget felt her stomach knot. Where were her friends, anyway? She hadn't seen them since she'd been sorted, and was starting to feel quite alone.