[center][b][color=violet]Sienna Rodriguez[/color]
Location: Great Hall[/b]
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[color=violet]“Dally. His name’s Dally,”[/color] Sienna said, in answer to Tessa’s question. She smiled, listening thoughtfully as Tessa told her and Morgan about her piercings and tattoo. Sienna glanced over to Dally, remembering why she’d chosen that name. When she was little, and tried to stretch out the time it took for her to be sent to bed, her mother would always swing her into the air and remind her not to dilly; to which Sienna always sassily replied, [color=violet][i]“That wasn’t a dilly. That was a dally!”[/i][/color] It would turn into a huge tickle fight, and resulted in Sienna’s mother reading three more stories before Sienna finally fell asleep.

The compartment fell quiet as they passed the ruins of the old Hogwarts. Ice crackled at the windowpanes, and Sienna glanced first at Tessa, who was comforting her owl and herself, and then at Morgan, whose pale face seemed almost ghostly in the dim lighting caused by what lurked outside: Dementors.

Those dark creatures affected Sienna, as they affected anyone, but they weren’t as terrifying to her as they were to some people. Dementors made you relive your worst moments and brought on a wave of your most hopeless emotions; but Sienna had felt that way for so long that it hardly seemed very different. More intense, maybe. Probably the worst thing about being near them was that their presence made her very aware of the Dark Mark on her thigh. But she forced herself to look out of the window, where she could make out the faint shapes of the ruined castle down below, in the mist.

The sky brightened again, and the cold sense of despair lifted from the train. They arrived at Hogwarts, and were finally inside after a flurry of unpacking and moving luggage and students.

Sienna bid her goodbyes to Tessa and Morgan, who both headed over to the Slytherin table. It seemed like Tessa was trying extra hard to be friendly, and Sienna realized she probably didn’t have many people she could call friends amid the House that had many students who thought muggle-borns shouldn’t be allowed to attend Hogwarts. Maybe she would try harder to reach out to Tessa. Morgan seemed nice, too—he had spoken to her without even a trace of fear or distaste. Sienna resolved to talk to more fellow students of other Houses instead of just tolerating them or being aware of their presence. It was her last time here, after all; and she should make this year a good one.

Sienna clapped energetically for the new Ravenclaw first years, and politely applauded for the new students of other Houses. While Professor Alistair gave his welcome speech, she glanced around the table, trying to spot Cal. A few first years had tentatively taken seats near her, looking with wide eyes at her nose ring, but the spot right next to her was open; and she would appreciate some familiar company to talk to during dinner.

She was momentarily distracted from her search when Professor Alistair introduced Professor Scorpius Malfoy III. Cal sat next to her, and then when the dinner feast appeared on the tables, Sienna reached for the soup and salad bowls. 

Sienna caught a flash of silvery white and black fur over at the Gryffindor table. The corner of her mouth tilted upwards as she noticed the sleek cat that was seated comfortably at his master’s feet, feasting on a piece of chicken handed down to him. Sienna’s gaze traveled upwards to the boy who was sitting there, and her small smile faded. Wayne made her uneasy—he was the type of guy who was very handsome, and knew it, and enjoyed finding ways to charm his way out of trouble that he had gotten himself into in the first place. She knew he was the champion of the Gryffindor dueling club, and always had a carefree smile on his face. Sienna found it easy to stay away from him, since they weren’t in the same year or House; but his cat quite intrigued her.

She realized Wayne might notice if she kept staring at him and his cat, so she started eating, wondering if Dally was settling in all right over in the Owlery. Sienna kept her eyes mostly on her plate, and also looked at Callum from time to time, smiling at his antics.