Wow. Sixth year. Wesley couldn't even imagine what it would be like to be so old. When I'm sixteen I'm gonna be super tall- 6 feet! And have floor length hair, she decided to herself. She nodded as he explained-like he was reading her mind! But when you're sixteen you've been through a lot- so you have to be super smart!, she figured, anxious to become old and be smart. "That's neat!" the Hufflepuff said, referring to his age because Wesley really liked her uniform. It made her feel professional- grown up. But then again, Irial had been going to Hogwarts for like, 6 years, so she supposed you could easily get bored of your uniform. She opened her mouth to say she was a first year- but then remembered Rhea had already said so earlier.

Wait! Definitely not this year? Wesley turned to look anxiously at Rhea, who had spoken. "Definitely not wear your robes this year?" she asked, worried. Why? Are they dangerous? Is something in the fabric poisoned? Wesley was confused. If Rhea said not to wear robes, than why was she wearing hers? Wesley looked down at herself, clothed in the uniform too. She pulled on her skirt nervously, tensed. The tiny girl looked back up,"But Rhea! If the robes are dangerous, then you need to change right now! I need to change! We need to tell people!" Wesley exclaimed, voicing her fears. I'm scared...