Gosh. The end of term, already. Viky felt like it was only last week she'd boarded the train, ready for her first term. All in all, it'd gone pretty well. She'd not made any enemies, she'd gotten herself two best friends and a boyfriend, and she hoped she'd done alright in her OWLs. And next term, she'd be a sixth year! That was... weird. She didn't want to be a sixth year...

Anyway. She was getting a little ahead of herself. Walking down towards the Gryffindor table, she spotted Simon and snuck up behind him, sticking her hands over his eyes. 'Guess whoooo?' she joked. Hehe.