Leila walked into the dormitory, she chose a bed and sat down, placing her trunk underneath it. SHe wondered if her great grandfather would be proud of her getting into Gryffindor, she was, she took out a photograph of her and her friend Peter, he was murdered the day after the picture was taken, nobody knew how he died, but everybody asumed it was by magic. She remembered how she felt when her parents told her she couldn't stop crying. And now a single tear rolled down her cheek.