Worst Day

Erica walked in the Great Hall she was tried she was mad at those Slytherins. Erica came in and sat down she was still mad.Erica hoped no other students saw here.Erca was wondering the Room of Requirement a few nights ago.Erica couldnt wait to be home with her parents.Erica sat and ate her breakfeast and looked at the mall.None for her of course.Erica sat and waited.Erica looked at her Jam Tart and looked at her yellow tie.

Damian made his way the Great Hall. Everyone was either half asleep or too awake. The boy grimaced. Perky people. Gross. And someone was already talking about their private life at the Ravenclaw table. Charming.

Sometimes, enhanced hearing really sucked.

He sat at end of the Hufflepuff, grabbing a piece of toast from a platter. The boy glanced up to see one of the first years a few seats away.

"Morning," he murmured in greeting. He took a bite of toast, gaze sweeping idly around the hall.

Erica looked at the boy. " Hi how it going" Erica sat and looked at her tie. " You have name" as she made a small grin at the boy.Erica had a rough morning. Erica sat and waited for the boy to answer.Erica hadnt much friends. " You a fourth year Hufflepuff." Erica was very shy to talk she never really talked to a boy.Erica read the prophet a lot.Erica held the prophet and waited for a minute.

Damian shrugged a shoulder in response to how things were going, opting to finish his toast, instead.

"It's Damian," he answered distractedly as he piled some food onto. "And yeah, I'm fourth year. You're... Mosey or Moses, or something, aren't you?" The boy didn't really know. First years were mostly just shorter people he had to avoid stepping on.

Erica looked at the boy. " Its Erica Moses" Erica looked at the boy and then she went back to reading the prophet. Erica just read and didnt look at the boy,Erica jst waited and waite for the boy to aneswer.Erica never liked when the kids made fun of her last name she never liked it so she sat and read. Erica was always herself when people talked to her.Erica was normal and smart.

"Right," said Damian. Second guess; not bad, considering.

He ate in silence for a bit, idly listening to a conversation at the next table over. The boy shot a glance at the staff table, frowning slightly. His mentor had to be having a rough time, what with his wife not remembering him.

Damian gaze went briefly back to the first year. She probably expected him to talk. What did one even discuss with first years? Charms class? Unicorns?

"Anything interesting?" he decided on, nodding towards the paper she was reading.