Junia slipped into the group quickly and quietly as the directions were given, setting her broom down beside her and flashing the others a smile. As she slowly rotated her arms, first clockwise and then counterclockwise, the seventh year took a moment to let the fact that this was the last year of tryouts she'd ever have sink in. It was another thing she'd add to her list. Another last time. It was bittersweet. It was.