Honestly the gryffindor table was the last place that Melody wanted to be right now. She hadn't exactly cared about what house she got sorted into. A house was a house. But her mood had soured when Miles had been sorted into Ravenclaw. That stupid rag of a hat had separated her from her twin. In her 15 years she had never been separated from her twin. Miles was actually the one person that she liked in this entire world. So being in a different house meant that it was going to be a difficult year. She had been half tempted to demand that hat put them in the same house, but Melody knew that it would not work. She was a Gryffindor and Miles was a Ravenclaw. And it was going to suck.

So she was sat at the Gryffindor table, and she looked like she really did not want to be there at all. That was because she didn't. She just wanted the food to get there, for her to eat and then to go find herself some alone space. And yes. She wasn't going to speak to anyone at this table.