not throwing away my shot | Slytherpuff | roll for initiative | woof you ❤
After a small change of plans Isobel found herself in the Great Hall. She headed directly toward the Slytherin table and plopped herself down in the seat next to Arya, the prefect she hadn't met yet. "Hello," she said, because it seemed like the right thing to say and she didn't know what else to say. Whatever. She sat there and waited for the rest of the Hufflepuffs.
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