Antoine entered the great hall with a smile. He was excited to be a sixth year and knew that he had made it without being caught for five whole years. He should be able to make it one or two more years, right? Well, regardless of being caught, she had learnt so much and made her mother proud. She could do this, she knew it.<br/><br/>Antoine looked around for a place to sit, somewhere close to the edges of the room. He had no real friends, but it wasn't like he didn't want any, he just couldn't relate to them. Besides, he was fine without them. If someone came up to him to talk to him, he would talk to them, but he would never start a conversation, or at least that's what he wanted to think. He was really lonely.<br/><br/>Antoine saw someone who was vaguely familiar, a boy either his age or a year younger, and wondered if he had any good friends. Maybe Antoine could go up to him and talk. No, she didn't want to bother anyone. Antoine sighed and sat down near the middle of the great hall on one of the side tables. Hopefully things couldn't get any worse.