The Slytherin Table.

Betsy sat down at the slytherin table, hoping other slytherins would join her. She started to eat a turkey leg. Thinking to herself about how wonderfull the turky leg tasted. She also thaught that the house-elves did a mavolous job at cooking the turkey leg, and what a nice life the turkey to whome this leg used to belong to had. Then she ate another turkey leg. Waiting for someone else to join her. But it was a bit early for people to be eating. Still she felt lonely as she ate her turkey leg. O so very lonely, yet she felt good, because the turky leg tasted so dang good.