The room was alive with noise and Willow gave a shy smile as she sat down next to Samantha. Her eyes shifted around, noting the whispers behind hands and looks that other students gave her. She kept a straight face, taking a sip of her drink. Over the years, Willow has developed a hard second skin, so that the harsh rumors and comments directed at her only felt like stings rather than the painful stabs she felt when she was a first year.

[i]Seriously, she fainted?[/i] Somebody asked behind her, probably at the Slytherin table followed by a snicker.

[i]How did she even get sorted into Gryffindor? I can't see how that's possible...[/i]

Even some Hufflepuffs had something to say, [i]I used to think she was all that, considering she's a descendant of a bunch of Aurors and is stinking rich. But, I've realized now that she's nothing but a klutz! Completely usless![/i]

Willow smiled softly, covering her uneasiness. Scanning the teacher's table, she noticed a man who stood slightly out of place from the other teachers. He looked familiar...a face from her early childhood... Willow took another sip from her cup, looking across from her and catching the eye of a Hufflepuff. She remembered seeing him play in Quidditch matches from previous years, admiring his techinique. Didn't he get into an accident or something? He seems fine now...

 "Are you okay? Willow. I really worry about you. Sooo if you ever need me just tell me. On anything, ill be there.~" Samantha said. Willow turned to her, blushing a little.

"T-thank you, but you really don't need to...I wouldn't want to be a b-burden..." She answered, quietly.