Willow laughed, she thought back to Eliza - she hated mice...a lot. It was funny at the time, but coming to think of it, it was actually quite mean. "Yeah, I don't think Eliza forgave you, but it was pretty funny. Didn't Miss Wilson try to like...make you sit in at lunch time to do extra spelling or something?
She pondered back to her primary school days, listening to Chris about how he misses intermediate school. Willow was feeling melancholy, living their lives as muggles has gone by quickly and now they were witches and wizards. Willow said nothing about intermediate, she missed it of course, she remembers eating wildberry juicies in the back field with Chris, forever wandering around the school, chatting amongst themselves. It was the same here at hogwarts, but much different and very much in a place far away.
She turn to him and smiled, she realized now that the race was over and indeed they came last, infact, as Willow thought and she gazed over at the cheering, smiling contestants that Willow never really cared for the Wheelbarrow Race, it was just harmless fun. She turn her attention to the spectators, most of whom were starting to turn their attention to the other delights of the carnival affair, she eyed the candyfloss; "Say, you want to grab some Candyfloss as celebratory first-place-if-it-was-in-reverse-order?" Subconsciously, she held her arm out, for reasons she had no idea why.
