Originally Posted by Proffesor Snape

Counting scilently to herself, Arienna tapped her way to the Ravenclaw table. She held out her left hand, letting her fingertips barely brush people. Finally, when her hands felt nothing, eighty-four steps into the room, she sat at the table, collapsing her cane and sliding it into her vest pocket. Pushing her dark sunglasses closer to her eyes, she felt her place. The plate, the cup, the fork, knife, and spoon, and then she reached out in front of her until her hands found a large, warm bowl. She brought it very slightly toward her and was able to tell it was mashed potatoes and gravy. Dishing some out onto her plate, she set the bowl back down.