Dinner was amazing, Harry couldn't pretend he didn't enjoy it. But he didn't talk to anyone the whole time, he was so horrified that he wasn't in Gryffindor. He kept thinking 'Dad is going to hate me' over and over. A few minutes before the fest was over, Harry felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up from his plate of Treacle tart to see a Hufflepuff girl. "Hi I'm Emily!" The she said. She had dirty blond hair with bangs covering her face so Harry couldn't see her eyes.
Still angry with himself, Harry just nodded and hoped she could see him through her hair. Emily sat down next to Harry smiling. "Can't even begin." She sighed dreamily. "We're in Hogwarts, it's better than I ever thought it could be." Harry nodded again, going back to picking at his Treacle tart. "Are you going to eat that?" Emily asked, pointing at his food. Harry shrugged and pushed the plate towards her. "Thanks." Emily said and took a bit. Through the tart she said "It's going to be so fun trust me. I can tell. Herbolgy's going to be the best, obviously, but I think Charms will be fun as well."
Harry frowned as Emily talked on endlessly. He wasn’t in the mood for girls to complain about how they forgot to pack their favorite hair brush and that they were stupid enough to almost leave their owls at home.

‘Thank Merlin’ thought Harry as Dumbledore stood up.

///////so sorry I will update again today in like *checks time* half an hour I swear on Merlin's wet balls////////