Snippet #1855839

Walburga.5th Year Slytherin. Breakfast.

Walburga had hardly slept at all. She'd been too excited about her first day as a fifth year and, more importantly, as a prefect. She'd been lying in bed, watching for the tell-tale signs of dawn out of the window, and had sprung up at first light to start preparing herself. She'd laid out her things - her robes, hairbrush, perfume, and so on - at the foot of her bed the night before, with her prefect badge settled neatly on top of the pile.
The entire way to the Great Hall, she sticks her chest out so that anyone who passed by couldn't help but notice her prefect badge, but it's still too early for most of the students and she doesn't encounter anyone except the Hufflepuff ghost.
Like the corridors, the Great Hall is still quiet, and she's disappointed that she won;t be able to make the grand entrance she'd hoped for; there are only a few others at the Slytherin table, and none of them are in her year. She sits down near Winifred, a girl she knows from the common room and the Quidditch stand, "Good morning." she says, fiddling with and adjusting the badge on her chest, "How was your summer, then?"