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Prongs.RJGirl 
Bored of reading, Michelle looked around for familiar people, but saw none. She didn't fit in here. There was a guy who was sitting very close, but there was a lot of empty space around him. Chelle caught his smile and smiled back, but he didn't wait for her return. `Maybe he's also a first year. Should I go talk to him? Better not, maybe he doesn't want to talk, that's why he's sitting in an empty space so far from me,' she thought. She shrugged and decided to taste the gobletful of juice lying in front of her. `Who filled this goblet, it wasn't filled when I sat here?' she wondered. Still frowning, she drank it. She knew what this was, cranberry juice! Too sour, but delicious.
Rayedem felt anxious already as he felt a pair of eyes gazing at him even when he's already looked away. He refrained from his vain attempt to find some plain water to drink, drew back and hesitatingly glanced to his right side. There was a girl sitting next to the empty space next to him. He watched as the girl drank from a goblet in front of her--
gosh, how could she like that stuff? Wait, maybe she's not a muggleborn after all. Maybe I'm the only muggleborn here. Thinking back now, he hasn't met anyone of his heritage..
Of course I'm not alone. He convinced himself.
"H--Hey there," his throat was dry.
I need to find something to drink. "What are you drinking? Is it good? I really need to find something-er-normal, you know, that juice I have just had was horrible." he paused, holding his throat and frowned in pain,
"I'm Rayedem, by the way. Rayedem Roumimper, first year. Nice to meet you."