So she was now a part of this....new school, it was new to her at least, and there was nothing she could do about it no matter of how much she disliked that fact. What was she supposed to do then? She was no weakling to fret and cry over a supposed 'bad fate', no. That was very much against her proud self, very proud. Country changed, home changed, school changed, friends left back. All of those were hard on a person but...so what? Regardless of whatever had changed in her life, she was still her awesome self. She was still Lionessa, the person who was awesome simply because she was and no one could state the otherwise so far. She was 'The Hercinia' as people from her homeplace called her. She was very well aware of fact that there were also many people who considered her no more than a pompous and arrogant girl who was annoying to the bone but who cared about the ideas of some uninportant lot?

So yes, her dreading over the life she had left behind was over. It had to be over. Now was the time to take the matters in her own hands and make the best out of the situation she was in. It was time to work on the solution, not to ponder over the problem. Her mind wandering among the thoughts of how she could make her new life awesome as worthy of her, the new Slytherin walked in the place she was supposed to be sleeping for the nights ahead...and maybe days. To be honest to herself, the place didnt look to her as bad as she thought it would have been. Actually, it seemed like a quite proper place to sleep. At first, even though she was aware of the other girl in the room, she ignored her while she was on the progress of the important matter of choosing her bed. Not to forget she didnt care if they were taken before. Once she had decided that the bed near to a wall was fine for her; she loosened her ponytail, threw the hair band on her bed carelessly and focused her attention back on the other girl. Was she older than her? Or younger? She couldnt tell but why would it matter anyway? Her dark brown, almost black, eyes watched the girl as she was....whatever she was doing....hanging some pictures around it seemed. Curious like a cat, Lionessa approached to see what the pictures were. What could be so important to hang around a bed? She audibly snorted when she saw the details merely "What are those and what are they for?"