Charisma for the Devil? I think so. Wicked Never Looked So Good.
Katra walked into the Great Hall, scanning the Slytherin table for an empty seat. Seeing one towards the far end of the table, she quietly made her way over to it and sat down. She peered around, nodding politely, if a bit absently at those sitting around her before reopening her book. Occasionally bites from her plate were taken in between turning pages.
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