Nora looked at the empty plates in front of her. Please tell me we're not expected to swish and flick our food to us. She might die of starvation before she could get that done. At first, she didn't realize that somebody was talking to her, but a fleeing gaze around showed her a girl just a little older than her looking her way.

"Oh, I..." She hadn't intended to make it look like she was upset with her sorting, but that was probably the most logical explanation for most people. "It's not Gryffindor. I'm just still a little shook up about actually being here," she admitted. She managed a small smile. "The best house, huh? Awesome." If she was going to be here, being in the best house made it so much better. "I'm Nora." Just in case she hadn't heard that during the sorting.

Cheerfulness in the form of Arden Toros happened at that moment, and Nora realized she must look and seem like a literal mess. She should probably at least try to perk up, so people didn't think she was a walking and breathing rain cloud. She nodded silently about being a first year. That obvious, huh? "I'm Nora," she replied. "I'm sorry, I'm just a little nervous." That probably made her seem really lame, but she couldn't worry about that kind of thing right now.