As Delia moved on to eat some yuletide pudding, another first year girl noticed that she wasn't joining the conversation. "Hey, Delia Dawson, right?"<br/><br/>"Yeah, what do you want?"<br/><br/>"Geez, sorry. Whats your story?"<br/><br/>"I don't have a story..."<br/><br/>"If you don't want to talk about your home life, that's fine. But why so glum?"<br/><br/>"My friend is in another house..."<br/><br/>"Oh, you'll be able to see them around! What house are they in? I heard from my siblings that we get along with all houses except those ruthless Slytherins."<br/><br/>"Don't call the that, my friend is  in a Slytherin!"<br/><br/>"Oh, sorry. Well to be honest, you're not going to be friends for a while due to the fued."<br/><br/>"I don't care, he'll always be my friend."<br/><br/>"Whatever floats your boat."<br/><br/>There was silence between her and the red haired girl, she finished the pudding while contemplating about her friendship with Akira. This fued wasn't all that serious, right? For the first time today, Delia frowned and peeled skin off of the turkey leg before flicking it across the plate.<br/><br/>Once everyone was full, they all sang the slow school sing and went up to their respective rooms. Delia brushed her teeth, changed into her pyjamas, and slipped into bed. The Gryffindor sighed and stared up at the ceiling before falling asleep...