Around seven in the morning, the other girls start to stir.
Dorea rubs at her eyes. The past night was less restful than she might have wished, but she's capable of operating on less sleep than she wants.
"Hi! I'm Dorea."
Dorea doesn't bother to hide her delight at this.
"No, but I was raised by muggles, and muggle art isn't alive."
"It was okay. I like this better."
Anyone she recognizes?
Well, some people, she saw everyone there yesterday and there was the Sorting, too.
Malfoy walks into the Great Hall soon after, though, flanked by Crabbe and Goyle.
Next come Ron and Neville, followed by Dean and Seamus.
They find their seats and dive into the food.
Dorea checks her class schedule.
Ooh. She wonders what kind of magic history there is. Well, she won't have to wait long to find out! What's after that?
Ooh! That sounds very useful.
And oh look who's here! Making her way to the Slytherin table.
She really is so much prettier as a girl. Dorea waves.