<div class="floatleft">(http://ist3-4.filesor.com/pimpandhost.com/5/3/2/5/53250/4/7/w/X/47wXy/CassandraHufflepuff2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Cassandra Smith<br/><strong>Age:</strong>17<br/><strong>House:</strong>Hufflepuff<br/><strong>Patronus:</strong>Beaver<br/><strong>Sexual Orientation:</strong>Heterosexual with bi curious<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black open shoulder-less top with over shoulder straps Hufflepuff colors plaid skirt with stockings and gym shoes.  A satchel with her school books over her right shoulder.<br/><strong>Date:</strong>September 2nd 2018, Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Great hall (Hufflepuff table)>>>>Hufflepuff dormitory common room.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>It was just like any year at the school.   As both the professor and Silas had abruptly broke of conversations and left the table.  Not even a word by either one.  It is as if she is still the fat obese girl.  Which she hardly was now,  as she has blossomed into a curvaceous voluptuous young woman.    All it did was reinforce the old.  Another year and another one being a loner during the school year.<br/><br/>Cassandra without word herself,  would rise up and leave the table.   Moving through the great hall and towards her house dormitory and the common room.    Looking to escape being the wallflower in the great hall.   At least alone she would not be a wallflower.  It is silly but it made her feel better then to be not there to others within a crowded room.<br/><br/>It is quite evident to Cassandra as she exits the great hall.  That no one will even notice.   Those in the hall busy in their own little cliques.   Her clique of one is just that one.    Reaching the common room of  her house floors in the dormitory wing.   Cassandra plop down in a large leather chair.    She cares not how she sits,  now alone.  She rests her head back in the slouch haphazard posture in the chair.   Closing her eyes,  as she is alone now away from others.    As no one else is in the common room.   Which will likely change at some point.  For now thou it allows her the solitude she feels she needs.   To assuage her own insecurities.   To daydream and wonder what her life had been like if she had been chosen in naming ceremony for like house Slytherin.  Why such thoughts come to her, is the daydreaming of making others notice her.  An such seems to be so self serving  and a Slytherin thing.