Marisol watched more people sit down. Chat, reunite, get back into their old cliques- all that great stuff. The second year kicked her chair. Her knee socks were really quite itchy. Over the summer, she'd gotten used to wearing muggle attire again. She liked it quite better than the Hogwarts uniform.

Mari really had grown a lot over the summer, hadn't she? She felt taller. And her hair was bouncier. It needed to be cut badly. Marisol was suddenly conscious of how awkward she was. When was it dinner? She just needed to eat.

Was that Beverly? Well, Mari knew her. Sort of. At least, she looked up to her.
"Hi," she said. In English. Marisol had been back in Spain for most of the summer, yet she'd been practicing her English with tourists. "Have you enjoyed the summer?" Great to be back, huh? Sigh.