Let air breathe in...

Let air breathe out...

Paloma's every step from the entrance hall to the great hall where the opening feast was held seemed eternal. And even more eternal it became after she left Luna and Vader, the pets sleeping in their corresponding cages for later pick-up. She felt that she needed them now, or a bit of moral support to actually...not run away to the tower and wibble.

But why was she this way? Her little mind wondered as she took a seat in the Ravenclaw Table, somehow now surrounded by hundreds of students from different houses, and also her own now. Biting her lip, she look ahead to the Staff Table, just to peek and guess who were the profesors and what lessons they imparted.

Was she regretting transferring now? NO way. She shook her head in disbelief and looked around. Who'd she talk to now?