Estelle sat at the Hufflepuff table with the rest of her fellow classmates, glasses perched in their usual place on her nose. She was sitting right next to Hammy though she was too absorbed in the book the Fat Friar had told her about which was propped up against her goblet of apple juice to notice the commotion about the sweat rolls. Estelle herself looked miniscule next to the half-giant. Her long strawberry-blonde hair was down from its normal braid and was spilling well past her waist in waves. 

Her cat Salem was curled up in her lap, bright aquamarine eyes lazily scanning around the Great Hall. They had flickered briefly in Hammy's direction though only for a second before the feline grew bored and looked up at Estelle. He sat up and rubbed the top of his head under her chin. She was broken from her trance and her eyes dropped away from the book to her beloved friend. She smiled softly at him and scratched behind his ears, causing the feline to start purring. 

Estelle raised her head and looked around the Great Hall. Everyone was chatting to their friends and eating happily. Estelle felt a sharp pang of loneliness before she pushed it away. She wasn't alone, she had Salem didn't she? Her eyes slide away from the other students and alighted on the staff table. The familiar faces greeted her and she examined them before they stopped on one professor in particular. Professor Oxynte or Miss Night as she liked to be called was a complete mystery to Estelle. She [i]felt[/i] like spirit but not wholly and that completely confused Estelle. 

She shook her head slightly and turned back to her book. Salem, slightly annoyed she had stopped petting him, meowed and leaped up onto the table, almost upsetting her juice. [color=violet]"Salem!"[/color] She exclaimed, scowling at her feline. He looked back with an indifferent look as he sat down and curled his tail about his paws. Estelle sighed and reached for him, lifting him off the table and setting him back in her lap. 

[color=violet]"You know you're not allowed on the table, how many times do I have to tell you that?"[/color] She chastised him gently, sighing as she resumed scratching him behind his ears in hope to mollify him. The cat settled down and began purring again, eyes half closing in bliss. The young girl shook her head affectionately at her cat before she returned to her book. She wasn't really hungry and she didn't eat much as it was.