Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-2600:8807:1C01:A199:589:C858:8060:5A6A-20200113031034/@comment-174.6.16.240-20200115162501

Clara bounced out of bed, quickly getting her robes on, and sliding her sliver-and-blue plaid headband on. She was so glad she'd bought it when they were shopping for hogwarts. SHe hadn't even known she'd be in Ravenclaw at the time.

She ran down to the common room, taking the stairs two at a time, and burst out the door, waving good-bye to the doorknocker.

She entered the great hall for breakfast, and was immadaitley overwhelmed with anxiety. Were would she sit? There was almost no where open on the Ravenclaw table. Only a spot at the end near some seventh-years. She took a deep breath, pushed up her glasses, and walked over to the spot.

"Hi!" She said, "Is this spot taken? My name is Clara! I'm a first year! Are you guys seventh years? Do you like hogwarts? I certainly like it so far. Are you on the quitich team? Or do you just watch? Is quitich cool? Do you have to watch the matches? Do--" before she could say anything else, the seventh years lookaed at each other, then got up.

"Actauly, we were just leaving," one said, and they hurried off. Clara watched them, and saw them squeeze in with a group of more seventh graders on the opisite end of the table. She slowly sat down at the edge of the table, not really feeling like breakfast anymore.

-Chloe