[Center] [b][u][u][color=ed145b] Alyssa Samara Chase [/color][/u][/u][/b]

As she talked to Melanie, she overheard the other twos conversation. They weren't that far away from them, and there still weren't a lot of people in the great hall. She felt a bit guilty for listening in on them but at the same time she almost felt obligated to. She couldn't believe some of the things they were saying. 'A bunch of wackos.' The words just kept playing in her mind. Sure she didn't know much about them, but if its all over the wizarding papers, how can he just say that there just a bunch of wackos? She wondered. It wasn't terrible that they were talking about it, it just meant that she could just use the information they were saying as evidents she read the article or articles. 'How long has this been out to the public?' She wondered. 
"Wouldn't the muggles be after all of us like they were in the hangings? Wizard war two! An absolutely terrible idea." She continued on her conversation as she twirled around on the stool like seet back towards the table. She couldn't wait for the feast to begin! She was starving. She looked over at Melonie over her shoulder. "Well? Are you going to sit down or what?" She asked as she smirked a bit.
She warily eyed them as they talked out of boredom. She sighed a bit. She sort of wanted to jump into there conversation but she didn't want it to seem like she was ignoring Melonie. It seemed like it was so easy for her to get distracted by something, almost anything. It was one thing she absolutely hated about herself. She gripped the top edge of the fork of the set up table arrangement and began to fiddle with it. She made it go to one of the sides of her napkin with a spin. She then spin it to the side closest to her with a couple of more twirls, passing her starting point, at the middle of the line she made. She poked the napkin lightly each time. It made a small indent into the tissue paper but it didn't last long. She didn't exactly know what she was doing but it didn't entertain her boredom much, or at all. She wondered if she should go and unpack her cloths. It would at least pass some time away. She shook her head no to that thought. There was no way she wanted to do that right then and she knew the ceremony would start soon. With her luck she would be the only one who would make it there late. Well that's what happened during her third year. People seemed to be showing up so slowly that it seemed like there was plenty of time, but she still refused to go.
She sighed as she blankly looked at the plate. 'What time is it?' She wondered. She looked up a bit looking around her for some sort of a clock. She stopped as we realised there wasn't one around. She should of none there wasn't one around, this was the wizarding world not the muggle world. 'Idiot!' She thought to herself. She let the fork fall out of her hand and onto the napkin with a small 'cling'. It wasn't load enough to be noticeable. 
She drew held up her thumb as she mouthed the words, 'Strike one." She kept a number of strikes of every time she did something, or said something that related to the muggle world and showed that she used to live there in some way. She managed to keep this a secret for a while and intended on keeping it that way. She had seen some of the things that happened to the muggle-born and she didn't want that, whether she deserved it or not. 
She felt as though all of her friends were going to suddenly leave her if she did. Ofcouse she trusted her friends, but she couldn't help part of her thinking that they were all going to turn on her. That they were simple going to ditch her and leave her for something else. She didn't exactly know why she felt this. Okay maybe she knew exactly why she felt this. 
She shook these thoughts out of her head. She didn't need to think this right then. She was back for another year at River Wing and she was as happy as she could be about it. Last year was fun for her and she had a feeling that this year was going just as fun or even more fun than the last!
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((Nailed it!))