So basically, Selina was furious. The dorms were closed, which MEANT that she did not get to sleep in her bed, which MEANT that she could not go to bed even though she was tired, which MEANT that she had to sleep down in the Great Hall, which MEANT she would have a horrible night's rest, which MEANT that whichever first year she ended up sleeping next to would need to seriously make sure she did NOT wake up on the WRONG side of the floor. The likely hood of her waking up happy and chipper though at this point was slim to none SO all first years best be looking out for an angry lioness. Because the storm of Selina was a-coming.

When she walked into the Great Hall Selina groaned very loudly so that everyone could hear her. She was not five years old, she didn't want to be herrrrreeeeuhh! The only thing she wanted to do was crawl up with her pillow, go to sleep in her own bed and snuggle with a poster of Mortimer since she couldn't actually sleep with her missing bat. But NOOOO silly Hogwarts and its bloody properties took away that right. Now she was subjected to sleeping in the same room as the Puffers. WHAT IF SHE CAUGHT PUFFERS? Ugh... only Kurumi wanted that.

Speaking of Kurumi, her best friend was already making like a house elf and making sure that all of the Gryffindors were settled and comfortable with tea and such. She was such an awesome prefect. In fact, Selina always kind of figured she would have been. After all, she was like everyone's Mom. Always making sure that she took care of them. So she walked over to the Gryffindor "Mom" and plopped down. With a pout, she groaned, "I don't wanna be here, Rumi."