Io sighed as she dug once again into her trunk. The floor was littered with quills, robes, boots, and a little black stuffed dragon. Her hair was all frizzy and unkempt. "Where are they?" She grumbled, this was the third time she was checking for her purple fuzzy warm socks.

She was homesick and she wanted those purple fuzzy socks so bad to give herself some comfort. Her face was in a pout. She planned on studying in the common room by the windows to the lake. Of course, that part was a bit chilly and those fuzzy socks would be perfect. But alas, she must have not packed them. She only had herself to blame really. She had explained with quite a lot of sass to her Mother that she was 11 now and that she was perfectly able to pack for Hogwarts.

Curse her stubbornness!

She returned the items, except the stuffed dragon. She gave that a quick kiss and placed it on her bed. She'd have to just live without them because there was no way in the darkest dungeons she would write home for them to send them. She caught her reflection in a mirror on the wall. "Oh my!" She grabbed her comb from her night stand and gave her wild purple curls a quick refresh.

Taking a final look and putting her comb back she, grabbed her school work and headed down to the common room.