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Having gotten past the ugly turnstiles crowded round the entrance to the common room, Niamh surveyed her surroundings with interest. The couches by the fire were her favourite part of the room. They looked warm, cozy and inviting. She let herself fall into the nearest one, reveling in its soft feel. Niamh looked around. "I wish I could make a friend," She murmured to herself. "I told Papa being a transfer meant not having any friends. But would he listen?" Niamh was only vaguely aware that she was thinking aloud. She wondered what her best friend back home in France was doing now.
Isobel smiled and waved as the fourth year entered the room. She'd seen her at the feast last night, but hadn't ever gotten a chance to say hello to her. She put a red leather bookmark into page 124 of
Plimpy Soup for the Wizarding Soul, and closed the book gently, placing it next to her on the squishy couch by the fire she was reclining in.
"Hi! I'm Isobel, I'm a first year. Ravenclaw, obviously. What's your name?" Hopefully, this girl would be as kind as the others she'd met, and not cruel or condescending like the ones she'd met back home.