Not many others had been sorted into Slytherin yet- well, not surprising, given Sinead was pretty early in the whole sorting. The few first-years who had joined the green-bedecked tables before her, though, were slotted in between others from older years, making it impossible for her to sit next to them. With a distinct feeling of being conspicuous, Sinead slipped onto the end of a row of students, running an assessing glance over the array of food and plates laid out before her. Everything was so much as she had expected it to be, and yet somehow so different- she wasn't quite sure what to think, just soaking in all the experiences. Looking around at her housemates, she was pleased with her sorting, if nothing else- were those two sitting a little further down the table Head Boy and Head Girl? She hadn't even known they could both be from the same house- but there they were, and she was a part of their house as well. Maybe she could be a prefect or even Head Girl one day. As long as she didn't get loads of boring jobs to do with it.
Only a little self- conscious to be sitting on her own, more fascinated to be in Hogwarts at last, Sinead tucked her hair behind her ears and settled down to watching the goings-on in the hall, content to wait until some other first-years joined the Slytherin table, or even one of the older transfers or some other student- talking to anyone new would be amazing, when she knew so few other witches and wizards.
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