First she had been late for the feast and had felt many people's eyes upon her when she had almost run to the front of the Hall, then the Hat had taken forever to decide which house she would be in (it had considered sending her home because she might not be magic enough!) so Marina rather collapsed than sat down at the Ravenclaw Table, not caring (as she had done on the train) who she was sitting next to or wether the seat was occupied.
But the food looked delicious! She loaded her plate with chicken, rice and broccoli and poured liberal amounts of sauce over everything. It turned out to taste even better than her mother's chicken and that was saying something.