Orabelle took a seat on one of the swings, swing casually back and forth, trying her best not to think about how annoying it was to be here. She sighed, thinking about why it might be good here and came up with nothing. Then she tried to think of all the bad things, and a million came to mind. Merlin this school stunk. Orabelle wished more than anything to be back in Beauxbatons for her fourth term... and her fifth... and sixth... and seventh. But it wasn't happening. She was stuck here. And it stunk majorly.

Orabelle continued to swing back and forth, thinking and feeling miserable.