Already she had misplaced her buddy. Probably death by Hogwarts already.

The Moxinator would be disappointed.

Safaia Teuira-anuanua Aniva-Hillaker had one of those ' why am I here, again?' moments when she stepped into what was apparently called the great hall. Opting to come on the trip had been because it would be enriching to be here, and also maaaaybe it was equal parts motivated by an aesthetically -pleasing someone who was also on this Hogwarts adventure. Not that she would admit it. She was not nearly as forward as her schoolmates.

She was here now though, in the moderately okay hall and she picked through the growing crowds until she spotted familiarity. Some of her fellow horned serpents, also, thankfully, some hot sauce.

Yaaas, come thru, Beyonce. Evan. Queen.

Quietly and gracefully, she slid into a seat by Evan, Manuela, and Deo. It was smiles for greetings from her.