Seventh year. She, Junia L. Botros, was a seventh year. A single, badge-less, seventh year. To say she was a bit droopy over the whole thing would be an understatement, but she was an expert at masking her disappointment in herself, especially when people close to her had the things she wanted. Her job right now was to be happy for them and to sulk in solo, which was exactly what she was doing. SULKING LIKE A CHAMP.

At least she hadn't peaked at seventeen, right? That meant something big was in store for her future...

...Maybe.