 Wowza!
Stupid water, it was everywhere, and thanks to it, the sixth year had almost slipped and landed face first on the floor.
Good thing that did not happen.
Tugging on a lose strand of dark, chocolate hair as she made her away through the bunch of stragglers -which instantly let her know she was late- Willow went to take seat in one of the back rows, directly behind Rachel.
She was positively delusional for having come here, and risk her life. A werewolf!
Also, Peeves was such an idiot. Willow scowled at the chaos creator's general direction, folded her arms across her chest and looked away.
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