 Wowza!
Sure, the fifth year had been, that she would be late for the feast; after all, it had felt like hours the time she'd spend in the library with Melly and Juniper Goodwin. Now that she thought about it, though, there was a huge chance that it had probably been less than an hour and that it'd felt so long to her simply because libraries had the ability to scare her.
Either way, the important thing was that she was not late, and that the Ravanclaw table -and the rest of the tables as well- were sort of empty - there were very few people there. How odd; the great hall usually filled very quickly for the end of term feast, and the only reason Willow could think of why it was different this term was that perhaps people was not looking forward for the summer holidays. Which was even more strange, really.
Granted, Willow liked Hogwarts - she really did. But right now, after having dealt with her OWLs and rest of the exams, the only thing she wanted was to go home and enjoy her holidays.
Clearly not everyone thought the same thing.
Flicking one strand of lose dark hair to the back with one of her hands, Willow wandered down the hall until she reached the Ravenclaw table, Melly walking right beside her. "Don't you think it's bit odd that it is so empty?" Whispered the brunette to the shorter and younger red-headed girl. It certainly was for her. Shrugging this off, Willow claimed a seat near Elizabeth, who seemed to be talking to Constantino -who for some reason was on the floor, apparently looking for something-, and some other boy that she didn't know. "Hello," she said politely, with an equally polite nod of her head. Allowing herself to look around the table, she spotted Rachel, one of the two prefects. "Hi, Rachel," said Willow, an amicable smile on her lips; she had not forgotten the letter than Rachel had sent her a letter right after the championship game.
Once she was settled, and had greeted the people she knew, Willow's forest green eyes started to scan the rest of the great hall, very slowly, which meant that she was trying to be casual about it; first the professors' table, which was empty except for Professor Lupa, then the Gryffindor table, Slytherin, and finally, Hufflepuff.
Nope, he wasn't there yet. "I'm hungry," she mused, to no one in particular. Out of habit, Willow started to play distractedly with one lock of dark hair.
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