Leonara Lynwood, bouncing on the balls of her feet, skipped down the hallway. She hadn't slept a wink - Leo had been far too excited for nonsense such as sleeping. There were just too many things running through her mind. Would she do well in classes? Would she make friends? Would the trees be just as nice here as they were at home?
Of course, the other students in Hufflepuff had gladly answered her questions. According to them, Leo would do well in class, make lots of friends, and spend as much time outside as she wished. And as her housemates had never given her reason to disbelieve them, Leo took their words as gospel.
Breakfast had been an affair - where did all the food come from? It was lovely to be excited all night, then wake to promise of delicious things and a full stomach. But then, of course, she had been so excited that she couldn't bring herself to eat a thing. While the others ate, Leo chatted and asked questions - so by the time breakfast was over, Leo had gorged herself on new knowledge about Hogwarts, yet starved her stomach. She wasn't dishearted, though, because how could one be sad at Hogwarts?
Leo stepped into the classroom. Only the teacher and some older boy were in the room - they seemed friendly enough. She walked to one of the front chairs, and sat, wondering whether she should introduce herself or stay silent.