Alin sat down silently at the end of the Hufflepuff table, away from everyone else. He wasn't a very social person, and he didn't think that anyone would want to sit near him. He served himself a small meal, and set it in front of him, not really paying much attention to it. Opening his bag he pulled out a fantasy novel which seemed to be muggle written, popping it open and beginning to read. Alin was always away in a whole different world, either reading or imagining whole universes in his head. He'd smile softly, reading a funny line in his book.