 Wowza!
Still wearing her Quidditch robes, the fifth year stepped inside the Ravenclaw common room, one of her hands playing absentmindedly with the tip of her long ponytail. There was a party, of course, and everyone was being loud - the radio, especially.
Willow was one hundred percent certain that the reason why it didn't bother her much was because they'd just won the Quidditch cup for the third year in a row.
However, as happy as she was, the hunger she was feeling was even bigger. And tired - she was tired, too. So the first thing the girl did was to go straight to the food table, not even paying attention to the people in there.
"Of course I didn't kill anyone, Celandine," Said Willow from over her shoulder after hearing the younger girl's comment. "I don't want Professor Vindictus to yell at me, you know?" Because clearly, that was the worst thing that could happen if she ended up killing someone during a Quidditch game.
Hmmm. Cake or candy?
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