Originally Posted by Tommehbell

To say that Israel was dismayed at sharing a room was an understatement. Israel didn't like sharing anything, but she was willing to give it a shot. Her mother after all said she had loved going to Hogwarts. And if her mother could share a room Israel certainly could.

Paris Greenwood was not known for her sharing abilities.

Israel carried her bags up the stairs. There was no way she was going to let a house elf manhandle her custom Louis Vuitton luggage. She was keen on getting into her room, getting into her jammies and settling down with a good book and some chocolate.

She pushed open the door to the girls dorm and walked in. It was already bursting at the seams with girls chatting away. She nodded and smiled at each of them in turn. 'If you want to have friends you have to show yourself friendly,' her grandmother had told her this morning before seeing her off on the train. Growing up an only child in a world where Paris Greenwood was your mother was not easy.

Sure Israel had social grace, but she wasn't very good at relating to kids her own age.

She set her bags down on the last available bed in the room. "Does anyone know where to get a good piece of chocolate?" she asked.