:: Ganymede pulled a pocket watch out of her pocket. It was nearly time for curfew, but the turnstiles in front of the Slytherin common room gave her the itch to find out more. So far, school was nothing as it was described by her older siblings. The food, the commonroom, and even how she felt now, all were different.

She waited by the barrels for any huffie to stop by. If there was someone who would make friendly chit chat, it was a hufflepuff.