<em>So absorbed in her studies, Frannie nearly missed the realization that it was meal time, and she had to hurry to make it to the great hall, if she didn't want to be the last one to arrive.  Being the last one to arrive would have meant that the entire hall would watch as she entered, and having all those eyes on her was the last thing she wanted.  Frannie was not overly fond of attention, even when doled out one on one, but the thought of being the center of it to the whole school made her knees weak.<br/><br/>Rounding the corner, she slowed her step as she walked between the large doors.  The hall was still buzzing, so she breathed a sigh of relief as she pushed her glasses back up her nose, and saw an empty place at the Gryfindor table.  Trying not to make any eye contact, she stood straight and purposely walked to the spot between two of her house mates, and sat down.  Her deep red hair was pulled back into a long braid, but a few softly curly tendrils whispered around her temples, and as she turned to great her friends with a smile, the curls floated about her face.<br/><br/>Looking forward, Frannie sees the Gryfindor prefect and smiles again.  Being that Madison was older, Frannie had always looked up to the girl, and offered her the respect she'd earned.  She had always thought the girl was really pretty too, and often wished she could be more like her in the sense of her self awareness.</em><br/><br/>"Did I miss anything?"<em>She whispered across the table.</em>