With her long, brown hair tied back into a tight bun and her eyes cold as ice; Claira seemed to glide towards the Slytherin House Table and perched herself down upon the end of the bench, making sure she had a quick escape from this boring meeting of the school and feast, introduction of staff members and all that. It bored her to tears and she just wanted to get out of there. Though, she would have to say it was better to be in Hogwarts than back at home with... family.

Claira hated her family; Her parents, or should she say her mother and step-father, didn't understand her and her brother was very annoying. It was better to be surrounded by people of her own age and older than by her little brother, who was two years younger than her.

Looking down at the table, she sighed. She was already missing her Rare cooked meat and glass of pumpkin juice to wash it all down. But oh-well. She'd have to do with what she got here. Turning her gaze to the people dotted around her at the table, she gave a deeper sigh. Maybe she'd make a friend, maybe not. She was uncertain if she would or not. She figured it was best not to worry about that. Friends would come, that's how her parents and mother and step-dad met. They started out as friends and if people like her mom and step-dad could make friends, it wouldn't be too difficult for her.