Elyon spun into the common room, her long braid flying behind her. It might've hit someone in the face, but she'd never notice. She didn't really take notice of too much. Her head was permanently in the clouds. The tiny second year flopped onto a small but squashy chair in the corner. She fiddled with her cork necklace a bit out of habit. It somehow comforted her. She pulled a tiny wooden box out of her bag and began to make more. Then she could give them to all of the friends she'd never met.

Elyon moved to the floor in front of the unlit fireplace and continued there. She'd much rather sit on the floor than in a chair. She'd rather be up in a tree or on some grass, but unfortunatley, the common room didn't have those. She wondered what'd it be like if they did have trees in there......