Seventh Year. Samantha Elise Edwards was a Seventh Year already?! The Gryffindor was in denial. How did this happen? When did this happen? She knew it was coming, but...she was a Seventh Year already?! She hadn't realized until a kid sitting next to her had asked her what year she was in during breakfast. Naturally, she replied back to him nicely. Then it hit her. She was a flipping Seventh Year! When did this happen?!

Huffing, Sam wandered down the Second Floor Corridor, or was it the Third? Her mind was on a lot right now and she couldn't seem to get it to slow down. She didn't notice that her reddish brown hair was beginning to come out of her ponytail, or that she wasn't even wearing matching socks. But who cares. She was a Seventh Year.

The sound of a clock brought her out of her daze long enough to glance at it. She missed Transfiguration! CRAP! Anna was going to skin her alive. Or wait, didn't the girl the graduate? No, that was sideburn boy. Double CRAP! She began walking again when she remembered something else that is ten times worse than missing class or the scary prefect Head Girl. She missed lunch! Who fails at life and has two thumbs? This chick.