<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>Warning a couple of Snakes<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 | Ravenclaw's Table | Mentioning: Aaric and Xual<br/><hr/><br/>Tilting her head downward, flocks of short, dark brown tresses acted as a drape, and concealed the sides of her face. She remained silent and tried to empty her thoughts of anything that might be spoken against her. Her unwanted desires were shared by the hat and she cursed herself. Once the sorting finished and she was given the name of the home she hoped she get. There was inner relief. Her grandmother would be pleased. She did not know what would happen if she was in anything other than Ravenclaw.<br/><br/>Just as the hat was removed from her head did Hazel eyes darkened into a hostile glare (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/c4/8c/9d/c48c9d0e912e59b4495c7fd878a47648.gif), not at the table itself, but at the pair of snakes that would feel her hatred. It wasn't the man with the dark brown hair and blue eyes, but the one with the dirty blonde. She knew him by the pictures he sent to her in the mail. It was a small price to pay. Letting him know she at least opened his letters but that was all he would get.<br/><br/>She rose and straightened her back, moving towards the table that wasn't the furthest away. She'd settle into a vacant spot with her back turned towards the table. As she understood it, after the sorting there would be a feast then after that she'd be able to see her room where she'd be staying for the year. In the meantime, she'd pull a small book from her robe's pocket and removed the bookmark that marked where she left off.