Isobel walked up to the table, still calming down from having internally freaked out before the Sorting. Of course, now she was faced with a different conundrum: where to sit? She had no idea where Tora had vanished to, so she was alone, a first year, and way too shy to start talking to anyone. She glanced nervously around the table, taking in the groups of people chattering happily to one another, the tattered banner, nice tablecloth, and... was that a plastic cup? Okay, paper plates, plastic silverware, odd, but maybe there was some kind of picnic theme to the start of term feast this year? Or maybe this was all normal, she really couldn't judge, having never been here before.

Isobel realised that she'd been standing for longer than was probably normal, and hastily took a seat a few chairs away from anyone else. She pretended to be very, very interested in the "Dixie" label on her cup.