Beth had arrived, finally and truly she was home. Well, for the foreseeable future that was, nothing – not even a murky window into a lake could compete with the gardens she and Quinn called home. Or that little magical rooftop escape her mother had made for them all those years before. Home, home with her mum, Quinn, and Cord was great – home with just Quinn and her mum was better.

Really, even though they were sisters Cordelia was an alien to her. Taking a confident step the newly sorted Slytherin girl glanced around the table looking for at least a friendly face. Truly she wanted to run straight to the Staff table and give Laurel a G I A N T hug, because clearly Laurel was aaaaaaaamazing and deserved it…and pfft, she was practically her aunt.

Sliding into a free spot on the bench she turned and watched the rest of the sorting and that was when it happened. Quinn, Quinnybear this was going to be hard. Impossible even. Her best friend was the farthest she had ever been from her in all of her life.

SOMEONE HELP.

please let Quinn have some nice housemates she thoughts before glancing at everyone. She’d manage, but Quinn she wanted to make sure that she was okay. Glancing around it was the first time she noticed the one thing that was missing – food.

WHERE WAS THE FOOD? #iamconfusion