Phyre put her hand to the table, grabbing the wood firmly. With a deep breath, her magic filled her arm, her wrist, her fingertips... And then extened along the extremely long table in either direction. Slowly creeping along, she found nothing but wood and food - which looked mighty appetizing, as she hadn't seen food in quite some time. And then, finally, the extenstion branched onto a being. A girl nonetheless, sitting alone. The only other one at the table. Sapphyre wrinkled ehr nose curiously. Was it earlier than she had thought? But, nonetheless, she smiled in the direction of the girl, eyes hollow, as they always were these days. If she was to be here alone, blind, and currently friendless, then so be it. Her only friend in Slytherin had died over the summer, and she needed a new one...