Michael decided he liked Gayle a little bit. She was well mannered and proper which was always a plus in his book. He sat down across from her and smiled at her. "So I hear you were sorted into Gryffindor before even coming I'm guessing one ofnthe teachers came to your house with the Sorting Hat?" He asked conversationally. His gold eyes pierced through her like they did so many people though not on purpose. Michael just had a very piercing gaze much like Professor Dumbledore and Professor Snape. He looked away when he realized that his gaze might make Gayle uncomfortable and turned to look out the window. "So has the lunch trolley been by? I'm starving." He said embarrassed as his stomach growled.