Slipping into the great hall, the diminutive Sasha made her way quietly over toward the Hufflepuff tables, idly mingling around with the first-years for a few moments at first to listen in to their conversations and murmur faintly Irish greetings to some of them, though she mostly kept to herself and did not initiate any conversation. Rather, she simply let her eyes wander, wander around the room from their houses's new recruits to the heads and students at the other nearby tables, a calculative look in them as her hands were clasped demurely behind her back. Most innocent.<br/><br/>She didn't have too many close friends, having preferred for the most part to be a bit of a loner the first few years, but she had several decent ones, as many friendly faces in Hufflepuff as enemies in each other house, and greetings and smiles flew around the table while the students reacquainted themselves with each other and regaled their friends with tales of the summer. Sasha soon lost interest though, as one who would never experience that sort of magical summer with her family. Instead, she found a seat near the head of her table, dropped herself down gracefully onto it, flicked her ponytail back, and cast her eyes out across the room.. scanning..