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|  | Breakfast alone it seems « Thread Started on Sept 3, 2007, 1:05pm » | |
Aurelia walked into the Great Hall, she scanned the room quickly before taking a seat at the Slytherin table. There were very few students in the vast room, it was pretty early in the morning for most of the others in the school it seemed. Aurelia had always been an early riser and was no exception at Hogwarts, even on the weekends. She suspected that seeing as it was a Saturday the majority of students would fill the hall in a short while or so, probably preferring their lie-ins when they can get them.
The enchanted ceiling above her was reasonably dull, pale grey clouds etched the sky with very small gaps of blue coming through every now and then. She expected it to rain late in the day, but then that wasn’t unusual and those living in the country had to just put up with it. Aurelia would have preferred to live somewhere hot and sunny and attend a school there, but it seemed she was stuck, for now at least.
She reached out for a stack of pancakes and poured maple syrup all over them as she took put a forkful of them in her mouth she looked around them room once again. The professor table at the top of the hall was almost full, at least they had the right idea of being up early unlike the students of the school of which there were only a few scattered around the place at their corresponding tables.
Aurelia sat alone, which was the norm since she had begun the school. She hadn’t made a single friend, which in all fairness was most likely her own fault. True she had a rather arrogant, egotistical nature but that came with being an only child, she wasn’t one to reply on others. Though now as she sat in the almost empty hall, she though how good it would be to actually have someone to talk to and hang out with. She had so far managed to make one enemy in Ash (which she was actually quite impressed how soon that happened after starting her first year) and the other Gryffindor’s were following suit, which in all honesty suited her. She couldn’t possibly befriend a Gryffindor, her father would never forgive her for that.
She swallowed her mouthful and dug her fork in once again, holding it raised over her plate whilst she poured some pumpkin juice into a glass and took a swig. She gave a nearby student a harsh glare as they watched her curiously which made them turn around immediately and with a smirk she returned to her breakfast, putting the forkful of food in her mouth and savouring the sweet taste of syrup on pancakes. The best thing about the school it seemed so far was it’s food, which beat what she got at home.
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