Hungry hungry hungry hungry hungry. And she'd completely run out of her mother's supplies. So Derry had taken the last handful of coins in her trunk and managed to find ten knuts. Okay. Time for the rubbish, potentially-lethal Hogwarts food. Let's hope they were too poor to afford any sort of food with nuts in it.

After handing over her money to the turnstile - stuuuupid things - and pushing her way into the hall, she scuffed her feet as she started to walk towards the Slytherin table. She wasn't really paying much attention, so when her foot got caught in her robes she didn't really notice and she stumbled, dropping the transfiguration book she'd been carrying and falling to her knees. (Not on her face this time. This was progress.) It was her own fault for letting the hem of her robes down because they were starting to show off her ankles. She'd apparently let them out a little too much. Sigh.