Norah scanned the rest of the Hufflepuff table, trying to get a clear view over the heads of all the chattering students. A whole year at Hogwarts and she was still shorter than absolutely everyone. At least now she could blame it on being cooped up in this castle for five bazillion years. SIGH. Shaking any thoughts of the year's coldness (ew) from her head, her face split into a grin at the sight of a familiar blonde head. She slid from her seat and skipped over to where Marigold was sitting.

Squeezing between another two Hufflepuffs, Norah pushed herself into the seat across from the older girl and gave her a bright "Hello!" completely ignoring the other students Marigold seemed to be conversing with. She was certainly more important, considering they hadn't spoken in absolutely ages. Bouncing excitedly in her seat (being trapped in the castle seemed to add even more substance to her abundance of energy), Norah asked, "Had a good year?"