Rosalyn looked up at Rebecca as she entered and smiled at her. "Hello Rebecca!" She greeted, enthusiasticly. "And thank you!" She replied, with a sharp nod of her head. That woman must have been blind or something. She thought in her head, trying to make excuses as to why someone would think a seventh year to be a first year. Maybe she was insane. She added in her thoughts before looking up at her friends, "Good summer?" she asked to no one in particular.
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