<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: calibri;"><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">"Gryffindor!" shouted The Sorting Hat; and she clapped as a proud smile crossed her freckled face. Another Gryffindor, another part of her little family away from home. The feast was about to start after the final four first-years got sorted. Her mouth watered at the thought of perfectly prepared roasted pheasant and kidney pie, followed by a delicious selection of other foods. She smiled at the thought of her father sending her off, clearly reminisicing from his Great Feast's at Hogwarts. <br/><br/>She shared the same love for food as her father. <br/><br/>The remaining first years were sorted, two to Hufflepuff and one to Slytherin - which caused frowns from her fellow Gryffindors - and another Ravenclaw. There were remarks by the Headmistress then, Minerva McGonagal. Her mother was very fond of her, she said she always fought for her students, and would protect them with her life. <br/><br/>Once her remarks were completed, the feast began with that clap of her hands. Students immediately tore into their meals, eating and chatting and talking about their summer, while Arleth took in her surroundings. The smell of delicious food wafting through the room illuminated by floating candles. Beyond those candles were the windows which showed a beautifully starry night sky. <br/><br/>This was Hogwarts...<br/><br/><br/>This was home. </span></span></div>