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Anna Banana 
As Sierra strolled into the Great Hall for the start of term feast, she glanced quickly behind her. She'd left Hissy Fit, her kneazle, with her luggage, and the poor creature had been hissing angrily as she sat stowed away in her little carrier. Sierra frowned, hoping her pet was alright. She wasn't usually this concerned about anyone or anything else, but the kneazle had taken a liking to her and didn't seem comfortable at all around nearly everyone else.
Shoving the book she'd been trying to read on the train deep into the pockets of her robes, Sierra took a seat at the house table. For a few brief seconds, her eyes scanned the staff table. Oh, great--that lazy excuse of a professor was back again. Oh, yes, you--the one who made us service all the school brooms and clean up the filthy, deserted greenhouses. At least he was a good Flying instructor and Quidditch official, though. There were a few new faces, but Sierra would get around to figuring out who they were once classes got underway. For now, she turned her attention to her own house table.
Ahh, Slytherin--her safe haven away from Hufflepuffs, annoying Gryffindors, and spastic Ravenclaws.
Bissy was trembling when she sat down at the Slytherin table. She was sorted into Slytherin house, which was known by her beforehand as her all family have been there. She looked at the Gryffindor house table but she couldn't see the face she wanted to see. Anyway, he would come. She was glad to be in Slytherin but being in the Griffindor house wouldn't be bad at all. At least she could see Josh in the common room.
She glanced at the staff table, they were all unfamiliar. For a moment she dreamt of being at Durmstrang right now but there was nothing to be done.
"You should make new friends" she thought. And then turned her head to the girl sitting opposite her and said:
"Hello, my name is Biscenleona. How do you do?" with a warm smile on her face.