Elliot had been too busy eyeing the bowl of candy in the middle of the room with digust to notice that she should have put her name and year on a card in front of her. Honestly...no food should EVER be allowed in here...what if one of these she glanced around at all of the boys in here- BUFFOONS spilled it one of the books? Merlin... she narrowed her blue eyes darkly.

She scribbled her name neatly across a card, Elliot Mitchell Morganzo - 3rd year Ravenclaw and placed it in front of her. She reached into her bag and pulled out The Secret Garden. Her copy was a deep plum color, velvet covered, with gold, peeling letters sprinkled across the spine. Even though it was written by a muggle, she still liked it.

"My favorite childhood book, which my mother used to read to me as I went to sleep, is the Secret Garden. I think I mostly enjoy it because the protagonist of the story reminds me a lot of myself..." although I am a bit more...attractive than the poor girl in here she couldn't help but smirk as she thought this. She didn't say it aloud, though. That would be too haughty, now wouldn't it?

"And even though it doesn't have any magic in it, it's still a good read..." She nodded smugly, as she finished. She noticed how thick her book was compared to others'. It made her a little proud to be a Ravenclaw. Though, it was her mother that used to do the reading, not her.