Natasha heard rustleing, and.... voices? She looked up from her book, and saw three students standing around chatting. She frowned, and brushed her midnight hair out of her face. The forest was usually quiet, because of it being forbidden and all, but first years never paid attention to rules. Nazza herself hadn't the year before. From what she had gathered by listening to the first years, the two girls were Hufflepuffs like herself, and the boy a Ravenclaw. She thought she remembered them from the sorting, paying more attention to new students than most.
Nazza poked her head out of the tall tree she had been contentedly reading in, and stared at the three younger students. They were so much smaller than her, Natasha was tall for her age, and could easily pass for fourteen. She looked like she could be a prefect, but of course she wasn't. Even if she was old enough, she got into a bit much trouble. She closed the battered blue-covered book, and cleared her throat.
"Excuse me, could you keep it down please, some people are trying to study here." she said in her best snooty voice. Nazza loved messing with people, and these new first years would probably fall for it. She looked at them sternly, her face blank.
