Originally Posted by Flipper

Eva walked in and waited for the others to say something in protest. She smiled back confidently at the girl who had answered her. A second or a third year, she figured. She seemed to be used to that ride, so she was not a firstie, but she couldn't be older than 13.
"Thanks a lot. I'm Eva Longwood." she introdducced herself, interested on that group for something she had heard right before she had walked in.



She studied the four students, who were all much younger than herself. The Slytherin girl was probably the eldest of them and even like that she should be four years younger that Eva. I feel... grown up, the seventeen year old thought. Seventh years had the tendecy to think they owned the school and now Eva could finally understand why.
"You were talking about the werewolves, weren't you?" she asked, moving her eyes from one to another. her question was made in a friednly yet sad tone. It was a shame that Alessia Lupa's secret had come out in the wide like that and that the other Professor had been hurt trying to save a few students. And from what she had heard her less favorite Ravenclaw, the Prefect Rachel Rider, was amongst them...