Listening as Professor Lawson described the tendencies of the older female race, the brunette nodded, eyes wide, face serious. 16? Golly, that meant she only had about 5 years left of being herself. But, at least five years was a lot of time. Wesley was still at that point in life where today is today and tomorrow is inconceivable. It seemed to the Hufflepuff that she would be 11 forever. Until year number 12 appeared and smacked her out of no where.

Glad the conversation had turned to camping, and also feeling more comfortable knowing she wasn’t the only one who hadn’t experienced this odd wilderness experience, Wesley sat quietly, happy to just listen. So happy that she didn’t mind them throwing the grass she had been so busy looking at earlier. Ignoring the small pain in her stomach that they where killing the poor innocent grass, or rather, chopping off its limbs since the roots where obviously still intact, Wesley watched with a small smile, giggling just because laughing was contagious. And a professor throwing grass was pretty funny, when you thought of the plant as inanimate.

But the horseplay suddenly took a bit of an unexpected turn when it turned into a water fight. A bit delayed, Wesley’s cry of stop was drowned out by the rush of water streaming from the DADA professor’s wand. Jake was already wet. In fact, he probably had just gotten dry from the fire. And now he was drenched again. Mixed emotions flooded the female Hufflepuff. She had thought the professor was so nice, but here he was shooting water at Jake. What had the boy said that had goaded him into acting like that? Was he angry? Why was he attacking her fellow badger? About to plead for him to stop, the barrage of water ceased, and her teacher fell over laughing.

Why was he laughing? Where they just joking? Playing? Wesley had never had a brother. And Father was always locked up in his office. Maybe this was what guys did for fun. Drown each other in water. And then, as Jake, first seeming angry began to laugh himself, Wesley’s suspicions where confirmed. They where just goofing around.

Shaking her overgrown hair, which was a little wet from the stray bits of water that had escaped her professor’s target, Wesley moved over slightly to get out of the way. Letting out a small gasp as she knocked into something, the girl turned around to see the feet and legs of a much older boy. She must have not seen him earlier, it had been so dark, and she had been listening to the others. “S-sorry," the child mumbled, and scooted over further still.

A tentative smile etched on her face, Wesley watched with careful interest, ready to rush in just in case things got nasty. She really hoped it wouldn’t get bad though. Because with her small body, she probably wouldn’t be able to do anything.