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- 12/23/2033 (27)
Sapphire sat at her house table, a plate full of food, bored out of her mind. She looked around at her housemates and idly wondered why she'd been put in Slytherin. She got along a bit better with the two Gryffindors she'd encountered than she did with these kids. She sighed and fiddled with her food. Diana seemed alright, but Saph had a feeling she was just looking for something to gossip about. And as for Anastasie, the only thing that had gotten her to talk to Saph in the first place was talking about herself.
Saph needed a friend in this house, and she wasn't quite sure either of them wanted to be. Maybe she needed to try talking to more of her fellow first years. Or maybe she should try the older kids. But they all had established friends and cliques by now, which of them would even think of talking to her? Saph propped her elbow on the table, leaning her head into her fist. Making friends with a Slytherin was hard.
Lost in thought, she did what she always did when she was super out of it. She began to tap her foot to whatever song was in her head. Only this time she didn't do it quietly. She stomped her foot twice before slapping the table with her hand. She repeated the process rhythmically one, two, three times before someone pulled her out of her thoughts.
Saph needed a friend in this house, and she wasn't quite sure either of them wanted to be. Maybe she needed to try talking to more of her fellow first years. Or maybe she should try the older kids. But they all had established friends and cliques by now, which of them would even think of talking to her? Saph propped her elbow on the table, leaning her head into her fist. Making friends with a Slytherin was hard.
Lost in thought, she did what she always did when she was super out of it. She began to tap her foot to whatever song was in her head. Only this time she didn't do it quietly. She stomped her foot twice before slapping the table with her hand. She repeated the process rhythmically one, two, three times before someone pulled her out of her thoughts.