Was it really Adanna's third feast? Already? Was it two years ago that she had walked over to this very table for the first time, with the sound of the Sorting Hat's placement ringing in her ears?
She picked up her spoon, turning it around and around in her fingers, remembering the soiled cutlery scattered on the table two years back.
The gleam in the spoon acted as if it had never happened, but she remembered.
She looked down the table at the spot where she had sat then. A group of chattering first-years was there now. Among them, she imagined a frail young girl, with a freckly flushed face and light curls sticking up every which way.
That seemed like forever ago, but yesterday all the same.
Is this how she'd feel her seventh year? Did Eleanora, her sixth-year sister, feel it yet?
But Adanna was only thirteen. What did she know yet? A lot could happen in four years.
As for this year... This was the year she'd been looking forward to since her first day. Now that she was thirteen, she was allowed to try out for Quidditch. Her mother had set the rule during Eleanora's first year, fearing to sport would be too dangerous for a child of eleven. Adanna's careful sister never did attend a try-out, however.
But Adanna wanted more than almost anything to be on the team. Maybe she'd be a Seeker like her father? Or a Keeper like her grandmother?
Whatever the case, she was determined and ready for another year.
She rested her chin in her hands as she became lost in thought, dreaming of flying high in the air with her name on her back. |