Cilla slowly sat down at the Slytherin table. She smiled at the new Snakes but it did take a lot of effort. Cilla definitely was not in the mood to be happy but she certainly was going to do her best in not alienating herself from people. With the loss of her father two weeks ago, the fifteen year old had changed in her personality. She now had a wall around her and she didn't have the once radiating smile on her face.

If anyone wanted to talk to her, she was fine with it but she was nervous about it.