<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/v4Ymqp7.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Scylla Cromwell<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Plain Robes; A black dress underneath, black heels<br/><strong>Blood Status:</strong>Pure-Blood<br/><strong>Wand</strong>: 9 ¾ | Pine | Rougarou Hair<br/><strong>House/Year</strong>: 1st | Ravenclaw<br/><strong>Date</strong>:  September 1st ,2017<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>Evening | Friday<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Hogwarts | Great Hall<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Musings and reading<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>Ólafur Arnalds - Near Light (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UHVh_L_kv1Q&list=PLdDnKB6XYCbjFw7cEboJZMLO7Fc33j6qQ)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>As the sorting continued on, Scylla was already five pages into her book, before she decided she should eat something. Emerald eyes glanced over from the pages of her little black book towards the assortment of foods that were magically served for them. She settled on a goblet filled with water and pondered over the various assortments of edibles. Her eyes looked at roll of bread and was temped to simply have that to munch on but she remembered her grandmothers warnings.<em>Carbs made you gain weight and being plump was not attractive to the males that you'll want to attract. </em><br/><br/>As if she wanted that kind of attention? Even though it was good for her to understand that pure-bloods were partners in a lot of arranged marriages. If she was unattractive to them maybe they'd call it off and she'd be free of that curse. She gently plucked the roll from it's placement  and placed it upon her plate. Then added a little protein and a random vegetable that was closest. She gathered enough nourishment to make it so she didn't pass out later; but that was it. Before bed, she'd honor herself with a little desert she brought and some nice calming tea. That idea appealed to her more than anything else in the moment as she broke off a piece of bread and placed it into her mouth before returning to her book once more. Allowing the rest of the chatter to become white noise.  Content with being in her<em>own </em>little world.