[Center] [b][u][u][color=f6989d] Alyssa Samara Chase[/color][/u][/u][/b]

Aly nodded a bit not really sure if that was a bad thing or a good thing. She eyed melonie surprised as she joined into the others conversation, which was when she knew that she wasn't the only one was dropping. "Melonie what are you doing?" She whispered as she watched. 'War? When did anyone say war?' She wondered to herself. She heard nothing about war.
 She was going to ask what it was when the lights had turned blue whit was when she realised that the rest of the students had came into the great hall. She smiled a bit.' Finally food!' She thought to herself. She looked up at the staff table at Geneva Mckelly. She definitely wasn't her most favorite teacher, but at the same time not the worse. She didn't pay much attention to what she was saying, it was the same speech every year, at least it seamed like it to her. The only thing she found partly interesting was the quiditch, but she never actually signed up to go tryout since she didn't have her own broom stick. 
The speech was quickly over and the feast appeared before there eyes. Aly smiled as she grabbed a waffle and placed some syrup on to it. She cut the pieces with the edge of her fork and took a bite. She looked at the others in the great hall looking for others she recognised but didn't see anyone on first glance. She looked back at melonie and asked. " So what's your schedule?" [/center]

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