Yep, first year. At least she wasn't as shy as some of the others. Not that Derry minded - it usually meant they didn't talk to her - but they got in the way... they were all so... small. Or maybe Derry had just grown again. She was about five foot eight inches now. Which was kind of tall for her age... except all the boys in her year were about another foot taller than her so she forgot. Maybe that was an exaggeration... but not by much.

Exploring..? Hm. "Don't get too close to the big willow tree." she said. There. Imparting wisdom on the younger generation... "There's a reason it's called the whomping willow."