Cardigan skipped gleefully, staring in awe at the Playground. They finally had a playground!!! Not that this second year played on playgrounds anymore. Pssh, she's 12 years old for crying out loud! 12 year olds didn't play on playgrounds. It was practically social death. That was also the age limit usually. That was what she knew from muggle schooling. Okay, so maybe that's a lie. A big fat chubby lie. This girl lived for playgrounds.

Naturally, she headed towards the roundabouts. The best part of a playground. They had to much swag that everyone went on them and died from the pure awesomeness. It happened to the snake millions of times. But she didn't die. She fell off. Not fun. And those were just muggle ones. But she could handle it. Of course she could. Cardigan began to spin on the roundabout, giggling as the wind whipped her hair around. Her long, luscious locks of blonde hair that grew back!! Take that mom, she thought with a smirk. Her mom couldn't cut it off now, could she?