Winifred was thrilled that third year was over. She was looking forward to growing up and going into her fourth year. She would be fifteen soon- which meant that she would be as old as the fifth years, some of them anyway, which meant she could have a fifth year or a sixth year boyfriend if she liked. And she would like that- very, very much.

The yearbook was pretty exciting. Though she wasn't sure how she felt about being voted Most Gullible. At least she won something, and there were worse things to win, but Winnie did not consider herself to be gullible. Not at all! It was a silly superlative to have been given to her.

Even so, she was excited about getting signatures. And, unlike many others, was reserving her best spaces for people she actually knew. Winnie had no desire to let her enemies write in her year book. So she was refusing to allow any Slytherins to pen anything in the pages.