She rolled her wand back and forth, her tummy giving a ravenous growl. The other hand was supporting her bored face as she watched her wand, back and forth, back and forth. This woman was boring, whatever she was prattling on about was making Robyn go cross eyed. The empty golden plate was teasing her, and her stomach growled louder as she reminisced over the delicious food that Hogwarts offered. “Oh my word… If she doesn’t shut up I will eat her!” Hissed Robyn to the rest of the Seventh year student, looking to the women with irritation in her eyes. She was short and fat, and dressed in pink. She looked ridiculous and had a very patronising tone to her voice which irked Robyn. Eventually she ended with a statement of friendship, and Robyn rolled her eyes. Dumbledore eventually announced the feast and Robyn cheered loudly, gaining several looks. “What? I’m hungry” She said as she pocketed her wand and looked to the delicious platters of food that now stood before her. She grinned and ladled lamb stew onto her plate, and placed a large spoonful in her mouth as she buttered a roll.

Fred and George wasted no time in offering mischief, and Robyn looked up as she chewed through a succulent cube of lamb. “I think I could get a pastille in from here” Said George, eyeing up the target as if he had a gun. “I believe I have some puking’s in my pocket” he concluded, as he pulled a crinkled packet from his pocket and pulled out a coloured sweet. He inspected it before looking to the curious eyes of those around him. Including Robyn and she received a cheeky grin in return. “What you think?” he asked, nudging his brother. Robyn eyed the sweets and made a mental picture of their appearance and remembering never to accept a sweet of them. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust the Weasley twins, on the contrary she adored them, but they were the kings of pranks. And when she had dared to challenge them back one year and made them walk around with a buttock on show, she had walked with a very elaborate and decorative moustache courtesy of some powder they blew in her face. She had found it funny, and conceded to the fact that they were always going to be the king of pranks.

“Ron, say something!” Snapped the tones of Hermione Granger, and eyes quickly turned to view the latest Prefects of Gryffindor house.

“Ssh” He replied, lowering his blushing face to shovel in his potatoes.

“Ron, we are prefects, just because they’re you brothers…”

“Give it a rest, Hermione” Came his ever lower voice, his face burning red now. Hermione straightened her back and turned to look at the twins. Robyn raised an eyebrow and was ready to burst out laughing. Hermione was just about tolerable before, now with a shiny P attached to her robes, Robyn had the distinct impression she would be unbearable now.

“Now now, Hermione” George said, after swallowing a chunk of chicken. “We only talked of giving her a welcome was all” George finished with a smirk to his face. Hermione rested her knife and fork down rather stiffly and turned to look at George.

“Do I need to remind you of what your mother said about those tricks of yours?” She said. Robyn raised her eyebrows and looked back nodding her head. Whilst it was a very petty comment to make, and telling tales was not her style, it was one way to get the attention of Fred and George.

“Low blow” George said shaking his head, placing his bone onto the plate. “Low blow” but he pocketed the sweet, and leaning into Fred. “Remind me to slip her something sometime” He spoke.