Niamh Anfield-Hope sat down primly. She had heard great things about the Hogwarts feasts, but the view displayed before her hazel eyes didn't add up to the glorious stories at all. Why, there were plastic and paper picnic utensils!! The fourteen year old gasped in horror.Why on Earth did Mum and Papa send me here?!!!" With no one to talk to Niamh stared sorrowfully at the paper plate in front of her. Why couldn't they let me stay at Beauxbatons?She mourned, inwardly. I was happy there. I had friends. This lot have had three years to make friends. There won't be room for me. "Blow parents!" She griped out loud.
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