 Wowza!
Another term's gone by. And surprusingly, Willow's quite happy for this; the girl was... excited (for lack of a better word) to go home. In truth, the fourth year was rather exhausted of the same monotonous routine everyday. Not to mention that after all the homework she had done, Ravenclaw had ended up in last place. How wonderful, the girlt thought sarcastically.
Well, at least they had Quidditch. A small --but somehow both smug and bright-- smile curled on her lips at this.
Her long hair, carefully tied in a ponytail, danced behind her as the girl walked towards the practically emtpy Ravenclaw table. Quickly taking seat around the middle of it, she started to help herself with food--mashed potatoes and roast. Her favourites.
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