River sat in the Grate Hall. It was noon time and he was still really tired from staying up throw the night before. He looked around the room as he sat at the end of the long Hufflepuff table. There where a few people near by, but they did not talk to him and he did not talk attempt to talk to them. He had put some food on the plate in front of him, though he just pushed it around with his fork instead of eating it. He wasn’t really hungry but went throw the motions of acting like he was eating the food. He could see a girl sitting not to far away who he thought look strangely familiar to him, but River couldn’t put a name to the face. “Maybe I knew here before I was turned,” he muttered to him self.
River didn’t know much about his life before that horrible night in the woods. All he could remember was the pain and screaming as his friends ran way. He could remember the fear he felt that night, but not the life he led before then. All he knew was that if he had a family they must have missed them. Little did he remember that his parents never really cared about him. Only his twin sister that he didn’t know he had.
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