 She's really expecting no one. Let's be friends. be curious, not judgmental
It was both a day of great excitement and extreme remorse. As Becca stepped onto the Hogwarts Express for her last return to Hogwarts, she had one of those epic flashback moments that seemed to be most appropriately viewed in black and white. She snagged one of the many empty compartments still open at the back of the train and heaved her trunk up above her seat, then did what she has always done - spread her legs out across the length of her seat and rested her back against the wall next to the door. She left the door open, however, as an open invitation for anyone willing to accompany a seventh year, then she gazed out the window with a sigh. The majority of her friends were now gone. Suppose that's what she got for only appreciating the friendship of those older than her, huh?
Anyway, Becca was ready for a kick-butt final term. She wanted to go out with a bang. She wanted everything to be perfect. The house cup, Quidditch cup, a fun teacher to hang around, and a best friend to make new memories with. It was going to be a fantastic term. Right?
...Right?
She had no idea when things would actually start feeling like they were going to be fantastic, though.
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