Was it just her or everyone seemed too small to her? Yes, being in the seventh year came with its perks. You were the oldest and everyone around you were like little midgets.

The seventeen year old, tried to hurry her steps toward the Three Broomsticks, she was not even sure if He would be there. It was sort of .. unreal. She was hurrying and not hurrying, her steps were mixed- not sure whether to be eager or .. prepare itself for a bit of dissapointment.

Ekk.

Did she even look finee?

Sarah entered the place with much pretend non-enthusiasm, only to bite her lower lip and let her eyes wander around the place.

No Shel ..

No Shel.

Shel?

Where are you?

.. No Shel?

WHY WAS THIS PLACE ALWAYS SO CROWDED?

errgh.

A few more steps insidee and Sarah almost squee-ed when locks of blond hair, lingered over awesome eyes that belonged to a certain Gryffindor came into view. He was there.

"Shel!"