Isa walked down the corridor. Ronnie's red hair pulled back into a pony tail. Her stomach was growling. Or should we say Ronnies stomach. Isa was excited to sit at Gryffindor table. It was going to be funny. She just hoped nobody talked to her or asked questions she didn't know about Ronnie. Isa picked up the pace, but Ronnie's legs weren't as long as her real legs.