Hazel Daniella Rosswell"Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure." -Rowena Ravenclaw Hazel hesitated as she got up from the sorting hat's chair, a nervous look on her face. She skipped quickly down the steps to her table, then stopped. She hated this part. Where to sit in the lunchroom? Just like at her old school... Her dark eyes scanned the table and spotted a group of students beckoning for her to sit by them. She stepped lightly down the room to the group, and sat down in the spot that they had opened for her.
"Thanks." she said with a small smile, looking up and down the table, finally resting her eyes near the head table, particularly on the sorting hat. Who would be next?
Not all scars show, not all wounds heal... sometimes you can't always see the pain someone feels...