Aria sat at the very end of the Slytherin table, leaning her head on her hand. Everyone else was struggling to see the first years and what house had been chosen for them, but Aria really didn't care. All she had really heard was a boy named Draco Malfoy had gotten Slytherin which she knew was going to happen. The Malfoy's were always put into Slytherin, his parents were death eaters. But as Aria heard the name Harry Potter, sure she wasn't surprised when the sorting hat picked Gryffindor for him but it was was still slightly disappointing to her. "Who needs a Potter anyway" a boy next to her sneered, causing Aria to role her icy blue eyes at the  comment. It was obvious that all the houses had wanted the Potter boy, he was after all, a legend. The rest of the kids were placed and then the food appeared at each table, the first years looked at it wide eyed and completely awed. Aria silently laughed at the baffled kids, shaking her head as she timidly grabbed a role and started to walk out of the dining hall. No she wasn't exactly allowed to go out of the dining hall but she couldn't stay in the crowd any longer, and with all the commotion her disappearance wouldn't be noticed even a little. Taking a small bite of her role she tried tobe as stealthy as possible, weaving through the bodies that stood to talk to their friends. She kept her head down and hoped to Dumbledore that she wouldn't be seen.