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"Sixth year! That's awesome." Ronnie said. "I'm a fourth year." she replied with a little nod. "What house are you in?" she asked.
Ronnie laughed. "Oh right. Brooms." she said. "I uh...I think I'm okay. Just a little bruise on my elbow." she said, chuckling. He probably thought she was out of her mind to do something like that. And well, maybe she was.
"Slytherin. How about yerself?" Well that made sense, she didn't look too much younger really. One more year before her dreaded OWL's, heh. Ugh, which meant 1 year away from his NEWTs too...
Shaking his head at her laugh and about the bruise on her elbow. "Good." he still was looking her over. At least nothing appeared to be pointing in an odd direction. Jumping from swings! Meh, he'd fallen off his broomstick enough to know it hurt, and jumping that high off a swing would hurt just as bad. At least the last time he'd fallen from the broom he'd landed in the snow though sliding across the snow wasn't the greatest when his girlfriend had sent him shooting out of the hole he'd tried to dig after failing to catch the snitch.