 be curious, not judgmental
Becca hurried into the Great Hall and collapsed onto the bench of the Ravenclaw table. She took a moment to catch her breath before gazing around the spacy room. So this was Hogwarts. "Well... it's not bad," she thought aloud.
What a long summer it had been. Her skin had one of the most precise and brilliant tans in the room - she had been outside playing soccer at least once a day, everyday. But she had missed her Hogwarts Brigade friends dearly, even with the distraction of her soccer friends. Now all she had to do was wait for one to come along.
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