She had passed by a doorway leading into a small room with the word Study Room engraved in the door. She peaked her head inside to see that it was completely deserted and smiled, exactly what she was looking for. She walked in, choosing one of the random wooden tables to place her books and bag filled with parchment, quill, ink, and other school like supplies. She looked around herself to make sure she was truly alone before sighing heavily and putting her head on the table. Why had this happened? Why hadn't she been placed in the same house as the rest of her family? Why did she have to, always, be so different from them when all they wanted from her was to be just like the rest of them? Lisabetta wanted, nothing more, than to make her family proud of her. Her parents hadn't sent a single owl to her after she had been sorted into Gryffindor, and Lisabetta was hoping that they had just been pulled away to take care of some political issues, but she knew, deep down, that they were probably just trying to come up with an explanation as to why this had happened.
Lisabetta knew why, because she wasn't like them. She didn't want to just be a pretty face, who married well and gave birth to perfect little royal children, she actually wanted to get out of that bubble and explore this amazing world around her. She opened her copy of The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection and started to skim through it. For some reason Defense Against the Dark Arts was her most difficult class and she needed that to change. If she was ever to come out from her families shadow and make a name for herself, she needed to excel at all subjects.