Hazel loved feasts at Hogwarts so much. Ohh! And now there was food! Everything was just getting better and better! She reached out and grabbed something or other. YUM! Yup, nothing gets better than Hogwarts.

"Hey, Adi," Hazel said to her friend. Her mind flashed back to last year. Ice skating. Slipping. Falling. Such a fun time. She could tell that's what Adi was thinking about also. "How was your summer?" she asked. She remembered last summer he'd won the pie eating contest. A smile appeared on her face. Pie was great.

"When I was little I used to live in France," she told Ian. "I just love all the little cafe's and the nature. I've never been to Germany either, though. It sounds like a great place." Germany always sounded so cool. And wasn't there some sort of strange magic there? She made a mental note to visit the library to check it out.

Now this girl liked to talk. She reminded her of her own first year self, bursting into conversations without any doubts or worries. She smiled at the younger girl. Oswin she said her name was? "Hello, Oswin. I'm a third year. No, you're not being rude at all! It doesn't bother me! she told the girl. So she was a Gryffindor, aiiii? Then she said out of impulse, "Do you mind if I call you Ozzie?" Nicknames were great.

She waved towards the boy she met in her first year. Dylan? She hadn't really talked to him for a while. Maybe he'd say hi?

"Hi Norah," she said. Norah was such a pretty name. She ran her hand through her hair. "Thanks," she said when Norah complimented her. She seemed like a very nice person, a perfect Hufflepuff. When she was sorted into Hufflepuff, she didn't feel like one, but to her, Norah was perfect for this house. "I'm a third year." That sounded so old! She remembered when she was a first year and she was frightened of second years! This girl sure was brave.

And then there was Marigold. Marigold always made her laugh. "I'm good, darling," she said. She giggled, for she was just so happy! So what if they were suddenly talking like royalty. What's wrong with that? That's right: nothing's wrong with that. "How was your summer?" she asked. Maybe she did something with that Gryffindor Mitch? Or was that just a rumor? Hazel had no idea. She didn't think it was a rumor since it wasn't told by a portrait, but she could never be sure.

Hazel smiled at Lux. "I had a really fun summer, but I'm glad to be back at school," she replied. It was great that Hogwarts was something she could look forward to. Hogwarts had everything. It had friends, food, teachers, classes, inside jokes. Oh, and magic. What is there not to like? "You're a third year, right?" she asked. She seemed to be around her own age, but she was often wrong. Oh, well. Maybe this time she'd get lucky.