It seemed that her last year at Hogwarts was going ridiculously fast: it already felt like NEWTs were around the corner and with applications to universities due asap, Felicity was s t r e s s e d. Much like most of her year, probably, but in her mind she was the only one who was freaking out. Being in her own world, she probably would have walked straight passed the Swamp, allowing her footsteps to guide her, if it wasn’t for the voice shouting.

Fluffeh? What was a Fluffeh? Felicity’s eyes lifted from her feet and searched the vicinity, lighting upon the kid who seemed to be stuck in the swamp. The corner of her mouth lifted in an amused smirk for a moment, before she managed to get control of her features, figuring it probably wouldn’t be a good idea to let the younger girl see how funny she thought this situation was.

Of course, Felicity knew she should help, but first off she had a question.

“What made you think it would be a good idea to cross the rope?” You know, it was there for a reason, to stop this situation for being a regular occurence.