 Interacting with no one Sloane? Sounds about right *sigh*
After the sorting, it took Sloane a little while to raise her head up from the cold, hard table. Her arms had slowly creeped down from around themselves towards the table, followed by the opening of her eyes, not that anyone would have seen this last part of course. With her dirty blonde hair acting as a curtain around her face, the rest of the table would only have seen a wall of hair. In truth, she would have kept her head down for the majority of the time she was forced to remain there if it weren’t for the speech by the headmaster and the sudden cornucopia of food that had appeared out of thin air.
Sloane missed the rest of the sorting, although she didn’t much care for that in the first place anyway. She simply wanted to go to wherever it was that they went from here and to be alone. She needed time to think and she certainly couldn’t do it here.
Unaware of what was really going on around her, Sloane raised her head slowly and pulled her hair back out of her face. Pulling an old, worn bobble from her wrist underneath the sleeves of her robes she tied it up in a bun and looked around sheepishly. She was trying her best not to look too embarrassed as she pulled her plate and cutlery towards herself but she wasn’t sure if she actually managed it. Usually so calm and uncaring, there was something about being paraded in front of a school hall filled with hundreds of her unknown peers that just somehow managed to infect her confidence to the point where she physically had to hold herself together. The plate and cutlery had been I her way so she’d pushed them away, although this was more in anger if she was really being honest with herself, something that she refused to do at this time.
Looking around properly for the first time, Sloane could make out several faces of children that were in the large group of first years that had been sorted, although she didn’t offer any sign that she recognised them. Unsure of what to make of that, she simply listened, taking as much in as possible as she tried to make up her mind on what she thought about being sorted into Slytherin. Everyone seemed friendly enough, although that wasn’t really a relief for this first year. She’d had enough experience with people to know that someone could say one thing and do another. Various people introduced themselves and welcomed other. Some exclaimed at being placed in the same houses as their friends and others sat with red eyes, possibly from crying? Sloane couldn’t be sure, although she was relieved that her eyes weren’t red from crying.
Instead of focusing on this, she simply turned her attention to finding her brothers. She was sure at least one of them was in Slytherin, which was, after all, the only thing she’d wished for when being sorted. Unable to find any of them however, her resigned herself to the vast variety of food that had appeared and began spooning several different dishes onto her own plate to eat. |