 Admiratrice des Maraudeurs | C-Rizzle | THE Best Snuggler
It was the Feast already? Marigold was not at all expecting this. But she had showed up her happy self, looking at all the crying seventh years. She would go up and hug them, but she didn't know them. It wasn't like Ronnie. Hey, she should write to Ronnie!
It seemed like this year had lasted forever, and now it was over. Weird feelings. Like next year she would be a third year! She looked around for a leaving person to hug. Or to meet. |