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Emishlon 
Grumble.
Mumble.
Hmpth.
Slytherin. Really? She was placed into the house that was symbolized by a slimy reptile as opposed to a fiery, cuddly lion. What a travesty. It was a good job that this hall was so beautiful to look at, enough to distract her from a full fit of rage, at least. Rozanna was sitting down at the Slimy-Slytherin table and was keeping a watchful eye on whoever was going to join her. After all, this was the house that she'd be spending the next 5 years with. Might as well... get to know the residents. If that was the right word.
Tap, tap, tap...
Her fingers tapped against the table as she waited for something to happen. Someone to speak, food to appear, a bolt of lightening. Rozanna was bored.
Samira was so excited to be back. She was excited to see her teachers, he friends, earn points, the usual. Over the summer she had mastered quite a few spells and had become an even better dueler and better at charms. She tried not to let her giddiness show on the outside though.
Samira's bright eyes scanned the hall, looking for an empty space. Finally, she found one. The young Slytherin sauntered over confidently. There was another girl about her age who was tapping her fingers. She looked quite bored. Samira didn't think she's ever seen the girl before, made her way over. She sat down without waiting or asking to be invited.
"Hello," she said coolly.
"I don't think I've seen you around. Samira Spinks." she introduced herself, sitting up straighter.