The excited first year ran into the great hall, literally! She stood open-mouthed as she watched the enchanted magnificent ceiling. Although, it was probably the same at the beginning of the term but then she wasn't paying attention much for she was worried about the sorting. However now she had her eyes widened taking in everything around her.

she headed towards the Slytherin table and noticed that barely few students had came. Well, that's because she ran! Cassia chose a chair that will allow her to see the staff table. Considering she was short and small she needed to guarantee a decent view for her first last feast without having to stand on the chair. Nope, that would be so inappropriate.

As she sat down ,she never stopped looking around her. She was so excited! And sad too! She'll miss her friends and even few Professors! Well, no need to think about this and ruin the magnificence of this great feast. Besides, Headmaster has a lot of explaining to do!

Selena walked over to the table, a sleepy cruppy in her arms, pygmy puff on her head. This was her last feast at Hogwarts. The last meal she would ever eat in this school. And that thought was terrifying. The Slytherin Head Girl kept a bright cheerful smile on her face though because she needed to mask the inner panic mode she was going into. She was graduating. She was officially an oldie. She was an adult now. Merlin's beard, what was she going to do with her life?!

The eighteen-year-old sat down at the long Slytherin table and just sat there saying nothing. There was just a smile on her face and a million thoughts running through her mind. She couldn't graduate... right? She could hide in the Slytherin dorms and just chill in the kitchens or something for the whole summer and come back as a first year? Was that an option?

Sierra Greingoth paused as she stepped through the doors of the Great Hall. Another school year--DONE! That meant finals were done, fifth year was done, and summer break was here. Perfect.

She peered around the Great Hall and noted that she was actually early. Or, at least, it didn't really seem like too many others were there. No Kennedy, at least, and that's who mattered most at their house table. A glance up to the staff table showed her that her mother wasn't here either. Hmm. She was usually early...

Sierra shrugged to herself then took a random seat at the house table.

Finally, the one Cece had been waiting for arrived at the feast.

Making her way from the staff table to the Slytherin table Cece went directly to the prefect. "Sierra dear, I need to talk to you." This was not going to be an easy thing to tell the girl. But she had to do it, she had to let the girl know what had happened.

Oh, LOVELY.

Yes, that was sarcastic, and NO, it wasn't because of the Healer. Sierra actually got along with the Healer. The woman had a bit of Sierra's attitude-type in her, and for that, she'd earned respect.

So why the sarcastic reply?

...because it sounded like Sierra was in trouble for some reason or another. "Okay," she said, pushing herself off the bench, all the while trying to remember who she may have said something offensive to. It really could be any number of things. Approaching the woman, she said, "What's going on, Healer Tillstorm?"

Putting an arm around Sierra's shoulder Cece lead her to the end of the table, where no one would be able to hear them. "Please, sit down dear. I have some news I need to tell you." She waited for the girl to sit, then she would sit with her.

This sort of news definitely called for sitting.

Sierra paused, eyeing the Healer and trying to figure out what was going to happen before it even happened. What had she done? She thought back to all the Puffers she'd encountered this year. As far as she knew, she hadn't done anything too terrible.

Just wished they'd be kicked out the school, that was all.

"Okay," she said, hesitation in her tone. Once she was seated, she started in on clearing her name. "Healer Tillstorm, whatever it was, I didn't do it. I swear."

It was Kurumi Hollingberry.

That was her story, and she was sticking to it.

Once the prefect was seated, Cece sat right next to her. If this situation wasn't so serious she would have laughed at the way the girl was trying to clear her name for something she didn't even do.

Grabbing the girls hand she took a deep breath. "I know you didn't do it dear. No one did it." Turning towards the staff table she glanced at Professor Lafay's empty seat then back to Sierra. There was no easy way to say this so she had to just say it. "Sierra. Your mother is ill. Last evening she fainted in her office." She was going to leave out the part about the gray goo coming out of her eyes for now. She didn't want to panic the girl. "I have her resting in the infirmary right now which is why you don't see her here tonight." It wasn't easy but Cece had finally convinced Hecate that this was one feast she needed to miss.

Time fly so fast, right?

That's what Gerald Rush feeling now. It seemed like yesterday he just arrived at Hogwarts and started his fifth year. At first the blonde guy didn't want to be here... But since his uncle moved to England, he had to. Now.. he had faced his first year at Hogwarts and he didn't regret it. Many things that he had faced and changed him already. Especially... her.

But now, where was her?

Gary walked to the Slytherin table, perhaps he could see his girlfriend. Since christmas, they didn't meet each other anymore. Sigh. Was she still sad about her best friend? He was so.. worried, and missed her too. Okay, he should visit her house again at summer before he departed to Canada. He just took a seat there. It wasn't crowded.. yet. And maybe Zhenya would be there too. He just saw the prefect and the healer. Seemed like they had a serious conversation. Argh, he didn't want to be so nosy. So he just sat there and also saw the head girl too. Selena, right? "Hey there, Head girl." he greeted. "How was your feeling now? You're graduated."

Emmanuelle was extremely ready for this summer break. And the triple whammy vacation that her parents had planned for her official last summer as a school student. One that would take them on a two week cruise before landing in Jamaica for July and then home to France for the beginning of August. The best part was that both her brother and her friends were coming along! In her excitement, she had taken a little longer to pack than she normally would. By the time she had finally finished, she was afraid that she had missed most of the feast. Surely there would be something left she could munch on.

So, it was with these thoughts in mind that she walked into the Great Hall... only to discover that the feast hadn't even started! And what was more, she was one of the first ones here! Obviously packing hadn't taken her as long as she thought it had. So, she had more choices for sitting. This pleased Em greatly as she looked to one end of the Slytherin table and spotted the little first year that had bothered her in the common room. Wishing to avoid an unpleasant conversation like she had before with the non-snark detecting girl before, but wanting someone to talk to, she took a seat across from one of the seventh years. "So, ready to leave this place?" she asked with a smile. She would be...

It was only when her hands were grabbed that Sierra realized she hadn't been breathing at all. She tried to focused on breathing, since she'd apparently lost the ability to do that on her own. She was just nervous. She swallowed hard and looked at the Healer.

Could she just get on with it? Sierra could feel the beginning of panic settling in, and that was a feeling she didn't want to show in front of all of Hogwarts.

She followed the woman's gaze to the staff table, but seeing nothing out of the ordinary right now...

Except...oh, was that Williamson? Hot one there.

Anyway, she turned back to the Healer, and that's when the bomb was dropped, so to speak. "I knew..." She knew she'd been ill, but... "Fainted? Does my father know?" she asked. ...because if he did, they could expect the doors of the castle to burst wide open any second now. Just sayin'.

"Healer Tillstorm," she said, feeling a lump in her throat, "what's happened to her?" It was the question she'd been asking for a while, but she always got the same answer--she was just tired and would be fine soon. "...and, I want to go to the Infirmary."

Then she got this odd feeling like she might cry, and so she angled her body to where she was facing the Healer and away from everyone else. She looked down, not wanting even the Healer to see her cry.

Selena blinked her eyes quickly and glanced up. She had been absentmindedly petting her cruppy and now there was someone joining her. Which was a bit odd because she was fairly certain she had met him during like the first day of the term too. How quickly time had passed since then.

"Elloooo," Selena greeted, continuing to pet Clarke. "You're the one who didn't like chocolate right?" Selena asked. Because she couldn't remember if it was him or some other weird Slytherin who didn't like it. Not liking chocolate was just insane.

And then there was his question. It made Selena think even more about the future and even more about leaving Hogwarts. Really, couldn't she just hide in the dormitories or something? "I'm feeling awesometastical, because y'know, I am," Selena chirped with a smile. Actually, she didn't know how she was feeling - this was all so different from leaving at the end of the term for home... because this would be for good. "How are you feeling?"

Selena looked at the girl who had sat across from her. She felt that feeling in her stomach again. Was it nervousness? Nope. She didn't like these feelings! Was Selena ready to leave? "Yes," Selena said, nodding her head. No. Actually. She was not. But she'd say it anyways because she wasn't going to leave Hogwarts as an emotional train wreck or something. "I'm just one step closer to universal domination," Selena said, laughing. "Are you ready to go home?"

Taking a deep breath, Isaac headed into the great hall. He'd just finished up his 6th year, and now...he was officially a 7th year. Wow, the last 2 terms seemed to have flown by! He just couldn't believe he only had one more year to go. One more year to prove himself as seeker, and maybe...go on to become an auror. He was still standing near the doors instead of heading for his table. He didn't see Amelia yet but knew she wouldn't be too far behind.

Striding forward he saw Healer Tillstorm was there at the table but found a spot a distance away making sure there was an empty seat beside him. He hated the end of term feast each year but this year even more so. Because he had no idea what the summer was to bring for him, other then the trip to Wales. He had no idea where he was heading once he got off that train.

"You're the one who didn't like chocolate right?"

He just gave a cool and bitter smile to the Head Girl. "Yes, I am." Pffffttt... Why did she remember about that, huh? Was there anything wrong about that? And he bet, the Head Girl didn't know his name, nevermind. The blonde guy knew that some people might know him more as the person who didn't like sweets, apple freak, Giants (because of his height and now he had reached 6'2") and etc. than his real name; Gary or Gerald.

Feeling so awesometastical? "I see." said him nodding. "Seems like you know what will you do after leaving Hogwarts." Yeah, their future career and Gary found it's so fascinating to talk about that, though he didn't know what would he do later. Maybe he would take photography seriously or.. Well, let's see. "And, How are you feeling?" Huh, actually he didn't know what actually he feel now. He was.. Glad, because he had survived in his first year here. A bit stressful? Maybe, OWLs had drive him crazy and the worst thing is when Zhenya wasn't there to support him. Huh, okay. Stop being so melancholic, Gerald!

"Me? I'm fine." said him short, "Just a bit tired with OWLs."

"Universal, huh? So, not settling for the world?" Emmanuelle commented laughing herself. Seriously, she supposed that was the goal for most Slytherins, though. Ruling something, anyway. "I'm always ready to go home. Not that I dislike Hogwarts anything." Not anymore, at least. It was just like that little girl in that movie she had caught once said there's no place like home...

Sierra knew? She knew what? The girl didn't finish her statement though before she went into what seemed like panic mode. "Yes, she fainted, and yes, your father has been notified of everything that has happened." That was one message she had never thought she would be sending to the Minister of Magic himself.

Right. Cece should have known the girl was going to ask more questions. It was only natural that she would want to know what was happening to her mother.

With Sierra now fully facing her, Cece took both of her hands in hers. "Sierra, your mother... she has contracted a..." This was harder than Cece expected it to be. "... rare disease called Acute Infericosis. I have contacted St. Mungos and they are working on a cure as we speak." She really didn't want to tell the girl that at this time there was no known cure for what her mother had so she would just leave it that they were working on a cure. "Maybe after the feast you can go see her. For now she needs to sleep." She didn't want Sierra going to see her mother and getting her upset right now. The longer she rested the better she would be.

Sierra fixed her eyes on the bench she was sitting on. She didn't dare look up, and a second later, even the Healer would know why. A single tear drop, fell from Sierra's eyes and landed on the bench. Then another followed and another after that. She was crying, doing the one thing her mother had always encouraged her not to do.

When she finally spoke, her voice was small and so uncertain. "Healer Tillstorm, you expect me to just stay here and eat...sit through a whole feast...while my own mother battles this...this...this Acute Inferi-whatever? What is that anyway?" she asked. "...and how did she get it?" She maintained her stare down at the bench below her. She couldn't look up. She wouldn't.

"Healer Tillstorm?" she asked, her voice even smaller than before. "She's not going to die, is she? She's the only mom I have. She's...my rock." Nobody else knew the Hecate Lafay she did. The one who dried tears, cooked family dinners, and laid down to sleep at night with her child when she was sick or afraid. She finally looked up, her bottom lip wibbling. Cool, calm, confident, and strong-minded Sierra Greingoth was crying.

Last day of school.

Jonathan finished packing ALL of this things. It is sad that he will be graduating and will be leaving for good. He still can't believe that this day will be his last day ever as a Slytherin and as a Hogwarts students. Thinking about it gives him the chills.

After a quick stop to write to the memory book, Jonathan dashed his way over to the great hall. Not many people were there yet. Good. More reason to sit anywhere he likes. So he sat up in one corner and took out a book... No, he's not going to read. It was his journal. He always have it with him all the time.

However, staring at the blank plates, it just made Jonathan hungry.

Sigh.

Kennedy made his way up the Great Hall. He wasn't ready for this, and for many reasons. First of, he was finally of age and he was going to have to choose where he wanted to live; at his godfather's, his mother's or his father's. All, which, in one way or another had deceived him. Second, his brother-from-another mother was graduating from Hogwarts. Third, he wouldn't have the hope of seeing Sierra daily, since he was going to be Merlin knows where.

It truly sucked not knowing what was going to happen next, but he'd make the best of this, like he always managed to do.

As he made his way toward the green and silver table, his eyes immediately scanned for Sierra. It didn't take long for him to find her...and Healer Tillstorm. Was she okay?

Kennedy couldn't see Sierra's face, so worry flooded him rather quickly as his mind raced back to when she had frozen. He bit the inside of his cheek, debating whether to approach both Sierra and the Healer. What if it was private? The Healer would surely get mad at him, right? And Kennedy didn't want to get on her bad side because he found her rather pretty.

His green eyes landed back on Sierra. He'll just wait until they were done talking. Yeah...

...so why were his feet walking him over to Sierra and Healer Tillstorm?

Still not being able to see Sierra's face, Kennedy stopped just a foot a way from her. "Excuse me, but is everything okay?" he asked, politely, hearing nothing that was said before he approached them. He was being all Prefect-y and responsible...Yeah, right. Not even he'd believe that one.

Was Sierra okay?

Cece and Sierra were having a very PRIVATE conversation when someone thought it was alright to interrupt them.

Looking up at the prefect standing behind Sierra, Cece gave him a look. "This is a private conversation Prefect Escalante. You need to go find yourself a seat elsewhere and not bother yourself with what is going on here." Sierra didn't need an audience. It was bad enough Cece had to break the news to the girl in the Great Hall. The least she could do for the girl was keep the nosy students away from them.

Right.

He had expected that. Lips set in a firm line, Kennedy nodded and took a step back, then another one, and another until he was out of hearing range from the pair. If he had been slightly worried about Sierra before, now he was even more so.

Hmm...

The Prefect turned once again and headed to the Gryffindor table. He needed to say his goodbyes to Johnathan, anyway, but he'd be back the minute the Healer left.

As soon as he finished packing his stuff in their dorm, Mordred made his way up to the Great Hall to join the rest for the End of Term Feast. He wasn’t in the best mood as of late because one, Slytherin’s in third place this year—failing again to snag the House Cup and the rest of the trophies that used to belong in their common room, and the recent escape of the witch responsible for the freezing that term. He wore a scowl all the way up to the Hall and rolled his eyes as he saw that the place was decorated with Yellow and Black. Clearly, it wasn’t their year and this was definitely not one of his best nights.

The Great Hall wasn’t full of excited young students yet, and he took the opportunity to pick a nice seat somewhere at the back of the Slytherin Table and contemplated on the empty plate before him. “Well. Just look at the bright side. Lesson learned.” The boy just closed his eyes and tried not to think of what his father will tell him. “No. You are not a failure…it’s too early to say that…” He was still learning after all. He diverted his thoughts to the adventures waiting for him during the summer, and somehow it made him feel a little bit better. He inhaled deeply and let out a long sigh after, and looked around him. He saw Gary who was chatting with the Head Girl, and gave him a nod when he looked his way. His eyes caught sight of Kennedy, and Sierra who was being confronted by the Healer. “That’s odd…” Mordred thought as he studied the three of them. He was sure Sierra wasn’t being punished since the Healer doesn’t look mad, but a concerned look was on her face. And there was Kennedy looking worried too. His thoughts went to their Head of House who didn’t seem to be herself during their Potions Finals. This made the boy eye her seat back at the Staff Table and it was empty.

The night didn’t feel right for the boy. They lost all cups this term, and a witch responsible for the freezing escaped, and by the looks of it- their Head of House is not being herself lately. And just like the Start of Term Feast, Mordred’s head started to ache again.

The end of term feast. This officially marked the moment where Theodore felt that he was leaving his newbie status behind. But newbie, or not, he felt as if he had had a great year. Though, Slytherin hadn't won the Quidditch cup, Theo was happy with his final performance. Heck, him and West killed it out there.

He made his way to the Slytherin table, of course, where else would he be? The hourglasses caught his eye and he sighed at their place. Being overtaken by Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw.

Ugh.... UGHHHFHDFGD.

No worries, Slytherin were still the awesome house. He sat down at the table, smarted up in his tidy uniform, and looked around to his fellow housemates. His insides were bursting with happiness to be going home, but he was also kinda worried about leaving his first year status here. He did enjoy being a youngen.

Dylan was...feeling strange. As he entered the Great Hall for the last time...this term...many things hit him at once.

He was leaving having actually earned house points...

He was leaving with a girlfriend...

He was leaving a Captain...

Loads of good things had happened to him over the last several months and he couldn't remember what he'd done to deserve them. Whatever it was, though...Well, he was glad he'd done it.

Moseying over to his table, he took a seat near Mordy...that Apple guy...and some girl in Slytherin robes that he did not know. He spied the Healer near Sierra down the table...and of course Kennedy was right there with her. Yep, Dylan was rolling his eyes. Really, guy? Suction-cupped to her bum much?

Teammate or not, it was annoying. It should have been him sitting with her...

...In the next moment, the Beater was getting up...semi-stalking towards the Gryffindor table.

Hmm. He'd poke around that situation a bit later...

Directing his focus on the Slytherins he'd joined, Dylan smirked (as was mandatory). "Hello, my fellow Slytherins." Smirk, smirk, smirk like I'm up to something!