Emalyn skipped into the great hall. She could NOT believe it was already time for the end-of-term feast.
She plopped herself down. There was a lot of space at the Hufflepuff table because hardly anyone was there. She sighed and looked around. Another term...gone already. Quidditch season seemed to fly by, like the snitch itself. For the first time, Ema didn't want to go back home. Yes, it'd be nice to see family...but...when it came down to it? No way!

She sat with her hands in her lap, wiggling her feet under the table. Next term would be her third year.
Third.
Not first, not second.
Third.
She felt as if she were just leaving from her first. And Savannah...she wouldn't be back. Emalyn felt horrible...two years already gone.