SPOILER!!: SARA
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Sararara 
Y'know what was unbelievable? Nobody had informed her about this whole playground thing the second she got here. That DEFINITELY qualified as 300% unbelievable. She could've been here HOURS ago instead of wasting all that time pretending to be finding a place to study. OWL's couldn't be a priority when there were swings to be on, no way. Playground time beat everything all the time, no matter what. It was a rule.
Norah let her bag fall to the ground with a satisfying thump (for once it actually had more textbooks than chocolate frogs in there) and began to sprint, grinning like crazy as she came to skidding halt in front of one of the swings. She paused and looked around. She was supposed to be responsible and check on people or something, right? That was a prefect thing? Or something like that. Riiiiight. She squinted all around but nobody seemed in danger of breaking any limbs so it was okay, yeah? Except no. There was a pouting girl over there, there really really was. POUTING meant SAD and SAD meant BAD THINGS, ever worse things than breaking limbs. Without a backwards glance at the swings, Norah raced in the girl's direction this time with her arms out so the wind caught the sleeves of her robes. Hehehehe SUPER NORAH TO THE RESCUE! "Are you okay? Can I help you? Are the monkey bars being mean 'cause I can give them a firm talking to if they are." Monkey bars could be unfair like that sometimes. The Hufflepuff was still stuck at five feet (AND a centimeter, which totally counted) so she knew a whole lot about mean monkey bars. More than anybody should ever need to know about them. It was kinda tragic. She beamed at the younger girl, who was only a head shorter than her but y'know that counted, and took a tiny step back so she wasn't standing TOO close to her. Apparently that was the polite thing to do. Or something. COULD SHE HELP PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE? LIKE A REAL SUPER HERO.
Staring at the monkey bars like they were going to magically shrink to her size, Noelle heard thumping. Like little feet running towards her. She knew that sound well. It was the sound her little brother made while running at her for tackles and tickles. Noelle glanced curiously and saw an older girl running AT her. RIGHT AT HER. She squealed and covered her face before the girl stopped right before her.
Oh phew. She wasn't being trampled. And now that she thought of it, she did look like a super hero as she ran to her. Robes flapping behind her and all. Noelle beamed when she heard what she asked. "YES! These monkey bars are being insanely mean! I...." She stopped to pout and look up at the bars. ".... Can't reach them.." There. She had said it. She was asking for help. Which she NEVER did. But... "Would you be my super hero and help me? Pleasseeee?" She was even down for begging right now because... MONKEY BARS.
Noelle lifted her arms as high as she could and got on her tippy toes. She was about 6 inches away from the bars. She could do it! She could reach the bars! With her super hero's help!