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What was it with the winter? She always felt sleepy at this time of year.Could be the amount of thick layers she bundled herself up in most of the time, making her overheat.....but, meh.
Sitting down in an empty space on the bench, Sarah looked down at the plate in front of her, then the food all around.Oddly enough she wasn't hungry.Great stores of fudge bought in Hogsmeade had seen to that.But she was thirsty, and one of the first things she did was pour herself a drink.Then slowly she pushed the plate to the side and with a loud *THUD* her forehead made contact with the table.A sigh followed as she contemplated the bruise she would now have right in the middle.
Groping around with her hand, not seeing where it was going, Sarah pulled the goblet closer to her and wrapped her hand around the stem.
In truth she looked not dissimilar to an old drunk.
Wesley wandered into the Great Hall, face flushed raw red from the freezing cold air. She had been looking for Charles- he had been missing for a couple months now, and Wesley was starting to get worried. What if he was dead?
Eager to be warm, the Hufflepuff looked for a place to seat. There where some older students she didn't know, and some others that looked about her age or a little older...although everyone always looked older than Wesley. At a glance, it appeared that there wasn't anyone familiar, but then, looking more closely, there- huddled in the middle, sat her very favorite person.
Smiling, her teeth still chattering, Wesley walked quietly over, taking a seat across from Sarah. The 12-year-old began to pile her plate with mashed potatoes, just happy to have someone to sit by, and sensing Sarah wasn't in a talkative mood.