Eleonora wanders into the common room, after settling into her room, with eyes wide. She was happy she made it into Slytherin. And boy, was her father going to be proud. She scans every inch of the common room, looking for someone worth talking to. Eleonora, not really finding anyone of interest, plops into a chair and stares into the fire.

Bounding down the stairs, Satinka holds a cat in her arms. “You should stay down here a while, Ophiuchus. Get used to all the people and such. It’s not like you should be afraid of them or anything.” The young siamese does not look pleased as he is plopped into a chair near the fire rather abruptly, though his rumpled spirit seems to be soothed as Satinka joins him in the seat and begins stroking his back slowly and gently. “The fire can’t be that interesting,” she comments to the other girl she’d seen sorted earlier that day. “I’m sure you could get in on a game of exploding snap, if you want. There’s some boys playing it over there.”

Eleonora makes a face at Satinka. “I don’t think so,” she replies, some what snotty. “I don’t like that game. It’s annoying and gets boring real quick.” She glances at the cat and smirks. “I have a cat too, you know. A british short hair. He’s really well behaved.” She sits up a little, and scoots to the end of the chair so her feet touch the floor. “What’s your cat’s name?”

“His name’s Ophiuchus,” she answers quickly and tucks herself into the chair she’s selected, pulling the cat onto her lap, who quickly makes himself comfortable and lays down to have a snooze. “Anyway, exploding snap can be fun if you play it right. Though, those boys do look to be rather bad at it. I’ve got Royalty Roulette with my things, if you’d rather. Though, I’ve had it since I was seven. It’s getting kind of old, and it’s not as exciting as it used to be. My mum lost some of the jewels, too. She wouldn’t even replace them.” Satinka looks visibly annoyed at this. “I’m going to be on the Quidditch team. Are you?” This sudden change of subject doesn’t seem at all out of line to Satinka, though it is rather abrupt.

“I don’t think so. I’m not a huge fan of quidditch myself.” Eleonora sighs. “My father is a big fan though. He reports about matches whenever he can for the Daily Prophet. Besides, aren’t you a little young to be playing quidditch?” she asks, somewhat interested as to why this first year is proclaiming she’s going to play quidditch. Eleonora pulls her feet under her, sitting back in the chair, and focusing on Satinka. This girl was an interesting one indeed.

“Oh, like you’re any older,” Satinka scoffs, staring rather blankly at the girl. “I’m nearly twelve, and that’s not too young at all. Besides, just because we can’t have brooms doesn’t mean we aren’t any good. I’ve lived at Hogwarts for the last three years, after all. My mum is the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.” Satinka looks rather sharply at Eleonora, not looking particularly amused. What kind of person didn’t like Quidditch? The girl shrugs a bit and looks around the commonroom, full of folks who are greeting one another and seemign to get re-acquainted after the summer. It is clear that Satinka expected a bit easier going to find a friend right off.

Eleonora stares at Satinka, somewhat shocked. No one, let alone anyone her age, has talked to her like that. She doesn’t know what to say. Instead, she puts her chin up and stares at the fire. How dare she? Who does she think she is anyhow? Just because this girl is the daughter of a professor doesn’t give her any right to talk like that to anyone else. Eleonora opens her mouth, then shuts it again, not knowing quite what to say.

“Well, fine then, be a snob,” Satinka comments, scoffing a bit and untangling herself from under the cat. It is but a moment before she has stood up and cuddled the cat close to her. “Nobody likes a snob, just so you know,” the girl tells her new housemate and flips her curly hair over her shoulder. Well, so far, she hadn’t found a good friend, but only time would tell what would happen over time. After all, that Fern girl looked sort of nice. “Let’s go set up our bed, Ophiuchus,” she tells her cat cheerfully, taking the long way around the commonroom to look at a few students who are gathered around a game of chess and then heads up the stairs to the girls’ dorms again.

Other Interesting Logs:

• Slytherin Quidditch Trials
• Sorting Day: Olivia’s Perspective
• Sorting Day: Satinka’s Perspective
• What Mother Doesn’t Know…
• Trading Notes in the Cellar