Swinging into a seat at the 'blue table' as she had dubbed it (because Ravenclaw was all blue, which was very good because Aimée liked the colour blue. It wasn't as nice as purple, but there wasn't a purple table, so it'd do.) Aimée looked around for someone she recognised. And who did she see that she could strike up a conversation with? No one, absolutely no one. She sighed and reached across the table to pull a plate of salad towards her.

She wasn't even hungry...