Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-39764794-20191206185329/@comment-44390494-20191208041827

Harriet shuffled uncomfortably on her seat. She was done with her food, and was currently stroking Arctic's shimmering wings with a soft touch.

She wondered how many kids were already associating her with the Slytherins, thinking she was just another snarky, self-fish person who thought of themselves as superior. She hoped this wouldn't be like last year, where she'd gotten bothered by the house's arrogant group. It's not that she couldn't defend herself, in fact, she could clearly remember leaving one with a springy green leaf on their heads for a whole week. But she still did not apreaciate the way she'd gotten hung upside down by 'accident' in front of her whole house when a student conveniently happened to be practicing his levitating spell right where she was sitting by the warmth of the fire.

Harriet sighed, scoting even further away from everyone at her table.