<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c4/51wZCjcD3wL._SX466_.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Belladonna Grimm (http://LINK TO CS)<br/><strong>YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff / First Year<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> PUREBLOOD, <br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 11 inches long and made of cypress wood, with a unicorn hair core.<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> school uniform<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> September 2nd, Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> The Great Hall, opening feast<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Taking her seat at Hufflepuff table<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Belladonna had managed to talk with a few people in the carriage on the train ride to Hogwarts but had also managed to lose them once they had arrived at the Hogsmeade station. The boat rides across the lake had been a quiet affair and now here she was, sitting at the Hufflepuff table glancing about her and feeling decidedly out of place and alone in the world. She knew that the Hufflepuffs wouldn't let her feel like that for very long, at least she hoped they wouldn't. She had done her best to look good especially for today, this was the beginning after all of her University career and she planned on making every moment count. Her fingers knotted gently on her lap as she looked across the table at those sitting nearby, she offered a friendly smile before looking about her; only then noticing the banners were not house banners but rather the actual school banner. Intriqued she wondered why this was, was it usual for the university to display the school rather than house banners in an attempt to assuage any prejudice that people might still hold for certain houses? She had noticed the tie crests on a few of the students, and that was what had made her sit at this particular table, all seated at it wore a tie with the Hufflepuff crest and so she knew she shouldn't really feel as lonely as she did. There were probably other first years seated at the table but for now she didn't notice any that had attended the Primary wizarding school with her.<br/><br/>A man got up to speak and she presumed that this was Professor Phixyll, the headmaster of the school. A loud clap of his hands altered the enchanted ceiling above her. She had heard of course all about that ceiling and smiled now, marveling at the way it changed but instead of producing another sky, it produced what appeared to be two different skies entirely. Giving the headmaster her undivided attention, she listened to what he had to say. She had heard the rumours on the train about the tournament and had chosen then not to believe a single word,  but she certainly couldn't do that now, when the headmaster himself was telling the school about it. She knew the age was 17 years and though she was old enough to enter, she wouldn't even contemplate doing so. There were plenty of students who had far more experience in spell casting than she did. She was good at charms but her talents lay in animals and herbology.<br/><br/>Within moments a grand feast appeared before her eyes and she smiled with relief, realising in the same moment just how hungry she actually was. Tentatively she helped herself to some vegetables and meat, poured herself a drink of water and settled down to enjoy the fare. She couldn't not just sit eating quietly though and glancing sideways to the person on her right she braved another friendly smile.<br/><strong>"Do you think many will enter the tournament?"</strong>she asked.<br/><br/><em>"I don't know, probably. I'd imagine most of Gryffindor will but I'm not sure about our own house, out of respect for Cedric Diggory I mean but people surprise me all the time, so you just never know!"</em>the girl turned back to her food and then to the person on the other side of her, leaving Belladonna fork and knife poised over her plate, she hadn't even thought about the teenager that had been killed by Voldemort at this tournament some years previously but the tournament was known to be dangerous and lives had been taken before, though in pursuit of glory and not from murder.