 Wowza!
First years got smaller with every passing year, Willow was certain. What with their ridiculously short height, the little brats reminded her of dwarves.
Mind you, being five foot four inches tall like she was could hardly be considered tall, but still; the sixth year couldn't remember being THAT short back when she was a first year. She had not being that short, had she?
Hadn't she?
Oh, well. She was different, after all.
Seriously, though - there were just so many of them.
Blinking her forest green at the little brats that were spread all over the Ravenclaw table, Willow brushed her dark bangs out of her face with one swift movement of her wrist, and went to claim a seat around the middle of the table.
An expression that was not far from being a bored one crept onto her pale face, as she put her elbow over the table and rested her face on her palm.
And now to wait for the speech. And for the food.
Siiigh.
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