Sarah looked and saw Ira, who had been one of the first sitting at the table. "My vacation was super!" She said "I did get bruised and grazed- yet I am a Gryffindor. Lion's aren't wimps! We don't cower at the slightest injury!" Sarah exclaimed proudly. She was proud to be a lion! "Thankfully skin heals, and I was anyways not planning on revealing my knees in any case!" Sarah said. Her mother was very strict with Sarah dressing modestly and covering her knees and elbows and not wearing pants and stuff, and now it become second habit. Anyway, her knobbly knees were not at all attractive, especially not now with a graze occupying centre stage.


Sarah laughed again "yeah it was, yet I am a growing girl. Hopefully lengthwise, not width wise!" Sarah's soft spot was her short height. Her baby brother was catching up too fast! Her mom always said to her that dynamite comes in small packages and it will give her more choice in husbands... yet it was still awful to be short. During the holidays her muggle aunt had given birth at the muggle hospital. Only people over then twelve were allowed to visit, so Sarah could go. Yet the hospital staff would not let her in - claiming that she was younger than twelve. Her mother said later that many women would only be too glad to look younger then they are and Sarah was lucky to have inherited young skin. Yet Sarah hated people thinking she was ten!

Sarah smiled at the compliment, she never blushed yet she had the internal blush, that was not visible. Her face did not go red! Her prefect was proud of her? That was awesome. She hoped to do it again this year! Sarah loved her prefect who was actually one of her role models... She was so nice to EVERYBODY! And everyone liked her in turn.

"To me it is just a saying - I don't actually keep my finger's crossed... Yet there are people who do." Sarah smiled again, she prayed instead. "Yet hoping is all right. Yet if he doesn't get into Gryffindor, I shan't be upset. After all does the sorting hat not know best. I would hate for him to be in the wrong house! Each house is for a different kind of student. Different strokes for different folk!"


"Yeah, I am fine. Putting it in prospective my injuries are rather minor. Had I gotten while playing around outside I would have taken it in more stride, yet what happened happened." Sarah said with a dramatic sigh "Can I call your Ari?" Sarah asked. The girl's real name sounded hard to pronounce, never mind spell.

"Hello Alexa" she said to the first year who came in and announced her arrival. That girl was brave, Sarah remembered how meek she had felt at the welcoming feast last year.

Then she saw another fellow lion that she had had a whole conversation in the dorm with last year, "Hello Tiffany!" she said to the girl.

Then Sarah leaned forward and said in a stage whisper "I think the Hogwarts Express rebelled against the Board of Governers who were riding on it. Maybe Hogwarts was meant to be left alone. Yet, don't get me wrong, I am thankful to the BoG for making sure things are good here, yet isn't accompannying us on the train a bit overprotective? Unless it was staged..." There she was jumping to conclusions...



There was a house elf at the Lion's table this year too. She wondered if it were tradition or something, yet she had to thank it. "Hi! Nice to see you! Thank you for keeping Hogwarts so nice and clean" Sarah said to the little thing.