Sitting Alone at Lunch.
It was funny how everyone seemed to flock to the Great Hall for lunch. Ellie couldn’t stand it half the time. She’d always had a quiet house hold. She grabbed a plate of food directly from the kitchens and moved to sit in her favorite hallway. The one with the view of the courtyard. She looked around and took her scarf off. She was getting hot and she was sure nobody would be around to see the nasty scar on her neck. She got tired of hiding it all the time but what she hated the most was people starring at it like she was some sort of freak. It started at the crook of her neck and extended under her robes to the top of her shoulder. When her magic fist appeared she was young and she had a dog. She blew something up and the dog attacked her. It was an ugly remind of that but it wasn’t really that bothersome. She brushed her hair back and tilted her face to the sun. “It’s far too nice for this time a year.” she murmured to herself.