- Messages
- 75
Zhen stood rooted to the ground, after the old mangled up hat had sorted into the house of hufflepuff, she did not budge a step closer except to get out of her seat and stand along the wall. For a second, the minute a professor spotted her she was told that she had to sit down, so like the rest of the students and staff personal could walk by her easily without stepping on her. She open her mouth to put up an argument, instead of fussing, she balled up her fist and made her way towards the Hufflepuff table. All her information was inside her robes pocket, she still had her memories, she still was sane to react like a regular person. "Crap" she muttered in Chinese, she wanted to cuss and throw tantrum like a little kid, though the sane part of her told her not to do it.
Zhen force herself to sit and stared blankly away from her peers. She did not jump in conversation or made any other contact with the others on the table, she merely just blank and suck in reality, realizing how much it may fee l like it suck but in truce not all that bad. Still Zhen neglected to accept her surrounding, maybe if I wake up this will all go away? She rolled her eyes and slam her head on the table, she sat like that, listening to the rest of the sorting. Really she did not know the stories bout the houses, except for the song and the house sounded more like a treat instead of someone name. She was just prejudging without knowing, one of the many qualities that she fail in life with, one of many that made distant to the point she had no friend but her journals. Sad but true.
Zhen force herself to sit and stared blankly away from her peers. She did not jump in conversation or made any other contact with the others on the table, she merely just blank and suck in reality, realizing how much it may fee l like it suck but in truce not all that bad. Still Zhen neglected to accept her surrounding, maybe if I wake up this will all go away? She rolled her eyes and slam her head on the table, she sat like that, listening to the rest of the sorting. Really she did not know the stories bout the houses, except for the song and the house sounded more like a treat instead of someone name. She was just prejudging without knowing, one of the many qualities that she fail in life with, one of many that made distant to the point she had no friend but her journals. Sad but true.