There were moments when it hit Dora that she was a seventh year, that she practically ruled the school based on seniority alone and the badge was just slightly bitter icing on the cake that made this year slightly better. But right now was not one of those moments. It was more like the more frequent moments she had of wishing she was somewhere else and already graduated.

But being right here wasn't so bad she supposed.

.... No, it was. She couldn't even lie to herself. But there was Mo and Nigel, both who were welcomed company the majority of the time.

She deposited herself into the empty seat beside Mo without a single word and let her hazel-greens take in her surroundings distractedly.