This was it.

The end of her sixth year at Hogwarts.

Iris didn't look happy. She looked completely sad. Even though she'd be coming back next year, it would be her final year. Iris didn't like to think of it like that.

As she walked into the Great Hall, she saw Trixie, head in her hands. She looked so sad. Iris didn't want to be like that next year. 'Cause there was a Ravenclaw hurrying towards the Head Girl, the Prefect simply carried on walking, deciding to speak to Trixie later. There weren't many other Slytherin's there yet, only one or two. Iris found a seat right in the middle of the table, where there'd be plenty of room for all her friends to sit.

Then, she sighed. It was hard to believe that six years had passed, and that there was only one more to go...