Flynn had been not present for the last few weeks, considering he had spent some time at St. Mungo's followed by getting special treatment at the Ogden's to make sure he was scar-free. In all honesty, he had considered not showing up at the feast at all. Why should he? He didn't like most of the students here, and most of the students didn't like him. But why did he show up? He had a one-word reply to that: Vivian Fairfield. He owed it to her, but he also owed it to himself. He hadn't worked hard these last few months to catch-up on seven years of slacking off to let this school defeat him.

He strolled into the Great Hall, looking 99.9% like himself again, except for the exhaustion in his eyes. He still wasn't over being emotionally and physically drained by the Inferi attacks, and it showed in both his face and how he was walking.... dragging, one could even say.

He had been hoping Mayfield would of gotten here before him; yet, he was alone. A little sigh escaped his lips as he situated himself in his usual spot as he waited for his friends to show up. Surely, it wouldn't be too much longer, right?

Sir Bloodiness as the Bloody Baron was called at least by the Slytherin student floated into the Great Hall in his usual foul and grumpy mood. Peeves had been a right pain this last month claiming he with his skrewt and skull heroics in the inferi battle now was the school hero. The Baron shook his head, his chains rattling as he wafted forward and up to stop next to Prefect Kowalski that looked more like the undead with his exhausted looking eyes then a graduating seventh year. Grumbling to him he asked fixating his staring black eyes on him "Prefect Kowalski, why didn’t you take the healer up on that sleeping draught?" You look awful.

Honestly, he had intended to go straight to the Gryffindor table upon entering the Great Hall. But, seeing Flynn already at the Slytherin table, Ronan's brain decided to betray him and send him that direction. Yeah, thanks brain.

"Sir," he greeted the Bloody Baron once he reached the table. Boy, he wasn't kidding. The Slytherin prefect looked like he still needed a few days in the hospital.

The Head Boy suddenly found himself searching for words. It was amazing, he'd survived what, for all intents and purposes, could only be called the zombie apocalypse, yet this was hard. And it was only made harder by the fact that he couldn't be sure of what Flynn knew or remembered of that night. Finally, he mustered up enough of his Gryffindorness to speak. "Hey, can we talk for a minute Flynn? In private?"

Flynn was just about to rest his forehead against the wooden table when he heard the familiar voice of a certain ghost, and he turned his attention to him, giving him a noticeable look that showed he was not up for talking to him at the moment, especially when the ghost was being nosy. "Have you ever heard the saying 'mind your own business', Baron?" He had issues with Healers and certain treatments, and he would not be discussing said issues with the ghost.

Just as he was about to say something else snarky to the ghost, he heard Ronan's voice, which caused his brown eyes to dart over to the Head Boy, who was looking somewhat nervous. It was in that moment that he recalled bits and pieces of what happened in the greenhouse. He remembered hearing his voice, he remembered having someone's lips on his, he remembered feeling the compressions, but he didn't remember enough to put it all together in one vivid memory.

Had Ronan been the reason he survived.....?

He considered the Head Boy's question, almost wanting to tell him 'no', but he had a feeling in his gut that was telling him he should listen to what the boy had to say. "Sure," he softly spoke then he rose from his seat. "Let's make it quick though." He wanted to be there when Vivian, Skylar, and Felicity showed up.

Patrick strolled in. He had somehow missed most of he Inferi battle because he had been sick in his bed. Although he supposed he was thankful for that now all things considering. He noticed Flynn sitting at the table alone. That was very un-Flynn like. He remembered how much he wanted to be like him his first year and now the poor guy had been to St. Mungo's because of the attacks. He was sure that Flynn was doing just fine.

Although, Patrick was not doing just fine. It had hit him recently that he was going to be a fourth year, he was going to be the someone that the ickle first year looked up to. He could barely get himself out of trouble it seemed. He really was going to miss his friends that had helped him thus far who were graduating.

Plopping down he heard his stomach rumble. Great, the end of term speech would last forever considering his poor stomach was growling so much already, "Shh you stupid thing." he mumbled again as his poor stomach growled. He was already sad about his friends, but now he had the pleasure of sounding as if he were starving to death.

Ronan somehow felt both relieved and more nervous when Flynn replied. Like, he'd spoken to people before. Did it all the time (not in the talkative way, of course). Why was he nervous now?

Anyway, he led the Slytherin prefect over to a small alcove by the doors, walking a little straighter than he had before the Inferi attack thanks to the injuries sustained from the repeated pokings of Peeves and the bones. Once in the alcove, he took a deep breath and crossed arms in a protective gesture. "Okay, I'm just going to come out with it." Just like ripping off a band-aid. "I have feelings for you." Now, try not to pass out, Carter.

Twice. Two whole times in her Hogwarts career that Slytherin lost the house cup. It didn't matter that she personally had done the best she could, because it wasn't enough. And while she probably should have been thinking about other things - like the fact that she STILL hadn't heard from a few programs or the fact that Apollo was off canoodling with some other girl and seemed really happy - instead she was fretting over the fact that the banners were not green for her final year. Her parents were probably gloating, or actually not, because they were Hufflepuffs. Hufflepuffs were about the most genuine and least boastful people at Hogwarts and beyond.

She probably should have gone over to write in the memory book before the queue got long from her fellow graduates, but right now she was exhausted. Exhausted and her bum still ached....... why was there a bird in the Great Hall?


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o.o

An owl landed right in front of her, dropping off a rather official looking letter. Oh no. She probably shouldn't open it, because last time she did that on her broom at the final quidditch match and ended up fainting off her broom. Big mistake; don't read and fly at the same time.

Yet the return address was Paris, which meant ... she'd already been accepted to their journalism program and withdrew from the magizoology and wandlore programs. There was only one program left to hear back from Paris about. Paris. Which made her think of him; someone who apparently used her and seemed to fake it with her. With a resolved sigh she made the decision just now that she couldn't go to Paris. He ripped her heart out and going to Paris would mean being forced to think of him all the time, which wasn't conducive to studying. So the contents didn't really matter, but for the sake of it, she opened the letter and read.

Finally, some good news

She set it down, glancing around the hall, inhaling and exhaling. Not really feeling light chatter just yet. She just wanted to take in her surroundings. Savor them. And try not to cry too much because she was a strong young woman, who was also simultaneously broken.

The Baron was playing with his sword handle when Flynn decided to grace him with a snarky response to his question. That was what trying to be nice for a change, rendered him. Just snarkiness in response. Turning to the prefect his bloodiness gruffed out. "You are in MY house Flynn which means you are my buiseness, but whatever you'll be graduated after tonight so good luck with not sleeping." The spectral ghost finished off and turned away.

Muttering to himself as he floated back and forth over the Slytherin table the Baron stopped at the sound of a very loud stomach rumble. Oh, to be able to eat again. Wafting over to Patrick's side his bloodiness grumbled after another stomach rumble from the boy. "Have you not eaten since breakfast Patrick? Your stomach sounds like a hungry dragon."

Miss Diggory got post at an odd time. Something that peeked the Baron's interest even if he wasn't exactly in a chipper mood. Flynn and Peeves had ruined the somewhat happy mood he had been in because of an encouter with the ever beautiful Helena earlier. Floating over to the girl he demanded gruffly, pointing with a ghostly finger at the letter. "Skylar, did you get good news?"

Vivian just really wanted to be with her people. She had poured a bit too much heart into her memory book entry that she wished for someone to distract her from it. Or to hold her together, if that was an option she could have. But despite that, she was exhausted for a lot of factors. Her wand arm still felt weird after one of the inferi broke and clawed on it during that night. While her bone was sort of healed--thank you, magic--it didn't ever feel the same. Perhaps a couple more weeks until it felt like her arm.

The sight of Flynn had caught her off guard. Vivian knew her co-prefect had the worst ever experience at St. Mungo's and he never had a liking for healers, but his condition after that inferi attack was far too critical to be ignored. She had come to visit a couple of times too, just to make sure he was hanging in there.

"Good evening, sir Baron," the Head Girl greeted their house ghost with a tiny nod before making her way towards her co-prefect. Passing by Sky, she gave her best friend a tiny squeeze and smile before she continuing to sit beside Flynn.

...Who had been pulled away by Ronan. Huh? Weird. Vivian was quite used to their public squabbles, so this was strange for her. Her blue eyes followed the two for a moment before she finally slipped on the seat beside where Flynn had been seated before he and her co-head disappeared somewhere.

Vivian half wished it would simply be a fast talk because she just wanted to sleep on Coleslaw's shoulder right now.

Flynn had noticed that brief nod Nobleman had given the both of them, but he didn't return it; instead, he turned to his best friend, who had just arrived at the table. About time, if you asked him. "I'll be right back," he reassured her. "Save my seat." The last thing he wanted at his last feast at Hogwarts was some pathetic larvae thinking they could steal his seat. He gave her a weak smile before he began following Ronan to the small alcove, ignoring everything that the Baron had said to him. For a ghost that could manage Peeves, he took pride upon himself that he had irritated him with one statement. I guess that's what seven years worth of practice awarded him.

He stuffed his hands inside his robe pockets as he looked at the boy, headed slightly tilted to the side. If he had been taken back by what he had said, he didn't show in his face. He had mastered the art of an emotionless expression, which aided him in his future acting career, of course. "I have a boyfriend," he spoke, not feeling an inch of remorse for being blunt. It wasn't like he had been playing hard to get these last few years. He genuinely didn't have feelings for the guy. He even hated him this time last year. But now? It was hard to hate someone that could of possibly been the reason he was alive and able to graduate in one piece. "I also don't have feelings for you, regardless of who I'm with." He was trying to be nice, okay? It was hard work. "You- You aren't as terrible as everyone thinks you are, Carter, even if you are annoying. I'll also say that you are the last person I thought would have feelings for me.... as much as we clashed over the years." A little warm smile appeared on his face as he added, "I do wish you the best in the future." He meant that, and he also meant this: "And if you tell anyone I said any of this, I will deny every word of it."

He would deny every. single. word.

After writing in the memory book, Junia shoved her trembling hands into her pockets and headed for the Slytherin table as she scanned the great hall for her people. It was hard for her not to go to them. Not to cling to Astrea or hover over Abraham, making sure he was doing alright. Hard not to think of the twins, of how they must be feeling. It took everything in her not to.

Some part of her had decided that if she wanted to get through this without breaking down, she needed to face the feast on her own. There was also the fact that she didn't want them spending their time worrying about her. She was doing alright. Mostly alright. The headaches she had regularly now were easily quelled by potions, the nightmares few and far between, the way she jumped at every bang or shout something she was less embarrassed about now...she was living with all of it and was hopeful it'd get better with time spent away from here. That was the plan.

Slipping into a seat across from Vivian as Flynn was being led off somewhere by Ronan, Junia offered the blonde a small, tired smile. They'd made it, yes? Felt a bit like a miracle after everything. Sky got a head nod in greeting as her gaze fell on the Slytherin captain, their differences seeming silly in the moment. It was hard to care about something like quidditch these days, it was. "Have either of you seen Felicity? I thought she'd be here by now."

The Slytherin Common Room, over the last few weeks, had proven to be one of the most uncomfortable places in the Castle. Somewhere Felicity had always felt peaceful had taken on a distinctly disturbing quality, and the windows she'd happily spent hours over the years staring out of now held the horrors that had confronted her in the greenhouses. It was safe to admit that she wasn't going to miss that, now, but she would miss the girls she'd dormed with and the friends she'd made since she started here.

Maybe it was because she'd joined in her fourth year, rather than first that she'd spent so long feeling like an outsider, worrying that the other people in the school wouldn't like her. She couldn't have been more wrong, she thought, staring at the Slytherin table from the Ravenclaw with a wistful smile. Upon seeing Junia make her way over, Felicity kissed Diego on the cheek and headed back to the green and silver clad people she'd become so close to.

"I'm here." Felicity arrived just in time to hear Junia's question, and she answered as she slipped into the seat next to her. Skylar and Vivian got small smiles, and Flynn received a curious look as he went off with the Head Boy. She was glad to see him back in the Castle, but her stomach still twinged with guilt when she saw the tired look in his eyes. "Is it awful that I'm ready for this to be over?" she added under her breath, so only her best friend sat next to her could hear it. Junia would understand, right?

Besides, the amazing summer they had planned was merely days away.

Patrick's eyes followed Flynn as he stood. Shaking his head, oh how he wanted to be as cool as Flynn. Now he was aglad he wasn't because it very well could have been him walking away like that. His attention was grabbed when Skylar sat down at the table without so much as a word. He hadn't seen her this quiet in ages. Although now that he thought about it he wasn't sure what to say to her.

She had been one of the first faces that he had met. He ended up playing quidditch with her for two terms, having guiding advice from her. What were you actually supposed to say to someone like that when you were really sad that they were going to be leaving. "Hey Skylar. Good news?" he asked seeing the owl drop something in front of her. He was too observant. One day it was going to get him in trouble.

Patrick's attention shifted to the Bloody Baron. His stomach let another growl out. Heat started to rise in Patrick's cheeks. He had eaten breakfast, but it seemed like he was always hungry. He was terrified he might be growing again. At 5'6" currently he was still on the rise according to his mama and he was certainly looking forward to the day where he would no longer have to worry about eating all day.

"Sorry Sir. I ate breakfast, but since i'm in this weird growth spurt I'm hungry all the time. It's never ending." He shrugged his shoulders, "if I could I would make it stop."

Was it awkward for Skylar to just want to sit and reflect? She really should be savoring her last few moments and her last Hogwarts feast by trying to chat with as many people as possible. And yet she knew at least of her dormmates that this was not going to be their last time seeing each other. Or at least she hoped not. Seven years together was quite the bond and even through some trivial disputes over the years, they were some of the best memories she had.

Her gray-blue eyes followed Flynn over to Ronan for the briefest of moments until Vivian came and gave her a tiny squeeze. Grinning back up at the bestie, she hoped she knew she could tell her anything. Really anything. Some of the last few months seemed rather strained between even them, but even so, she loved that girl. Which was why she frowned when the blond chose a seat near where Flynn's seat had been down the table a bit. And why she stood up and walked to plop down on her other side and rest her head on her shoulder. No words were needed, right?

There were the other two from their original snake sisterhood. She nodded at Junia and was about to answer something of seeing her at the Ravenclaw Table, when sure enough Liss showed up. "Seven years is a long time, but .... thank you. All of you." She wasn't going to cry. No tears. She needed to keep a level head until she at least signed that memory book. Also, had she heard Liss' question to Junia she would have agreed wholeheartedly. While she would miss this as her home next September and was definitely worried about Elias and Evelyn, she was ready for her next big adventure.

Speaking of adventures, she was reminded of the post received on her arrival to the Great Hall at The Baron's words and then Patrick echoing his words. So nosy, honestly. "Good evening, Sir Baron," Skylar said calmly, shrugging indifferently. "Patrick." And to reply to them both. "I guess so. My first cursebreaking program acceptance, but ..." she bit her lip, "I'm hoping for another location." Paris was lovely but she couldn't see spending the next few years there; not when everywhere she looked she would have memories of him and he didn't want her. None of this were things she could really say to Patrick or the Baron, however; they were things she could tell Vivian, of course.

Junia could see the sadness in the eyes of those around her and she got it, she did, but her sadness was more for what everyone had gone through. Luckily she didn't have to focus on it for too long because Felicity had arrived moments after she'd asked for her, as if she'd been summoned. The brunette was grateful for her presence. "Diego doing any better?" She glanced across the hall at the boy, giving him a once over. She hoped so.


Was it awful? Junia shook her head, hugging the blonde's arm as she dropped her voice. "I think it'd be weird if you didn't feel that way after everything. I'm ready, too." Ready for summer and new beginnings and hopefully for happiness. That was the plan.

"What'll you girls do this summer," The seventh year asked Vivian and Sky, hoping some normal end of term chatter would help take her mind off other things, even if her heart wasn't in the question.

Slate sat at the table rubbing his forehead. It had been quite a end of term, hadn't it? Between the attack and exams, Slate Ryker deserved a nap. He glanced over at the Ravenclaw table, wondering if Juni was there or off saying goodbye to some of the 7th years. It wasn't like they weren't going to see each other all the time, he just, thanks to certain events, wanted to make sure she was okay all the time.

That probably wasn't going to get annoying.

Probably.

Sure she probably should have stayed at her table a little while longer. She could always sneak back over and finish out the evening there if she wanted. It wasn’t like she was avoiding the Ravenclaws completely. But of course as soon as she seen Slate she headed over. Plus she had to (sadly) say goodbye to Sklyar and the other slytherin girls. She had been dreading this all term almost as much as she was dreading exams.

She slipped into the seat next to Slate and nudged him lightly with her elbow. ”What are you thinking about?” He looked to be deep in thought and quiet at least quieter than normal. She would speak to Skylar later. She wanted to check on her boyfriend right now.

Slate moved his arm to wrap around her shoulders. He turned his head slightly and kissed her temple. "Hey" he said softly. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

Welp, that was pretty much what he had expected. Well, he hadn't expected Flynn to be as nice about it, actually. Honestly, he didn't even know what had made say it. And now, he just wanted to be alone. "I'll let you get back to your friends then," he replied, walking away. He wasn't going to stick around being awkward. There was no point.

Though, it did hurt a bit. Rejection always did.

Kye entered the hall in a bit of a stupor. This was it... This was literally it. Yes she would be heading to WU in the Fall, but it was going to be totally different she knew it. Her heart was feeling heavy still after dealing with the Inferi and the sudden realization that she probably wouldn't be able to play competitive Quidditch anymore... Ther was plenty more o her mind of course, but those seemed to be at the forefront. Kye looked at the yellow banners... Yay for them, but she had really wanted to go out on a high note. Who wouldn't? She was lost in thought as she looked around and finally took a seat at her table. Don't cry. Not yet.

Honestly, Flynn didn't even have to tell her to save his seat. Vivian already knew what to do, but she simply offered a wink as an acknowledgment to his request as she continued to watch him walk away with Ronan. They'll be back shortly. She and Coleslaw could use a few minutes of nap time before the feast actually began. Just as long as nobody blows the Slytherin table up, she'd allow herself to relax. It was her last day of prefect duties ever. Give the ickles and herself a break. She deserved it.

Vivian offered a warm smile to Junia as she watched her dormie sit opposite her. And she was just about to reply to her question, catching a glimpse of Liss who had just joined their tiny seventh year group at their end of the table. "We're really done with all this, huh?" Her blue eyes glanced around the great hall, taking every detail she could lay her eyes on. How the candles looked like they were dangling from the ceiling, when in reality they were floating. How the light was orange-yellow in hue.

How this would be the last time she'll ever see all of this, as a student of Hogwarts. It all felt surreal, yet she couldn't be any happier to move on to another chapter in life.

And no words were needed, indeed. The space beside Vivian was empty, so Skylar could very much occupy it as she wanted. "Hey," she said. She knew the reasons behind her somber state, so Vivian wasn't pressing any questions. She understood it was personal stuff she wouldn't want to answer in public if it were in her case, anyway. Looking up, she also wiggled a finger at Kye. Her girls were all here. It was making her emotional.

But for Junia's question, the Head Girl almost... had nothing to say. Did she have plans yet? Besides her usual meet ups with friends, she had hopes for visiting other places here in Europe. Plans to visit her parents were bound to happen, though. It had been a while since she visited. "Nothing too significant." Pause. "We should make plans... as official graduates. Unless you're all tired of seeing me everyday for years." She managed a tiny grin. It was obviously a joke (or was it?) but it did sound fun, don't you think? The summer following graduation always seemed to be the source of all the hype.

Ever since the end of finals and OWLs, Cameron had been in kind of a daze.

He'd survived them all.

(Yes, of course, there had also been that zombie apocalypse but EXAMS!)

He'd survived everything this term.

And while he was happy about all that, he was also somewhat wary of what was coming next. People talking about potentially not returning to Hogwarts after the inferi attack had made him feel a little off. Was that a possible outcome for him too? Would his parents want to pull him? For fear of finding out the answer to exactly that question, Cam had only written the bare minimum of letters home, adding the occasional "secret" extra one for his sister.

They wouldn't though, would they? It hadn't been THAT bad.

Hey, he was A L I V E.

Fidgeting around with his fork, Cam absently looked down the Slytherin table. He should probably say goodbye to the ones leaving. Skylar for sure. He was going to miss her, especially during Quidditch practice. She'd done a good job in his opinion.

Okay, could they all just go home now? He was ready to get out of here, even if the future was uncertain regarding this place.

So far, Gaston had held up reasonably well through the goodbyes, but the moment he laid eyes on the Slytherin table, all the sadness he'd been struggling to fight all night hit him like a ton of bricks. A part of him wanted to turn back and spare himself the heartache, but he knew he couldn't. He owed it to them to give them a proper goodbye. Clutching his cane tighter, he hobbled to the Slytherin table. "Good evening, everybody," he greeted. He gave the Baron a polite nod of acknowledgement and managed a small, wobbly smile for Patrick, Slate, Cameron, and Juni. Hopefully they would forgive him for the lack of individual hellos. The aftermath of the Inferi attack and the annual round of goodbyes put an enormous strain on his heart and made conversation nearly impossible!

As his eyes scanned the table, painful memories of that night came rushing back...Vivian and Felicity's broken arms, Junia's head injury. He'd lost count of the number of times he wished he could've taken those injuries in their place! Then his heart skipped a beat as he came to Flynn. He hadn't expected to see him back at Hogwarts! As happy as he was to see him, it didn't quite erase the sad realization of just how close he'd come to dying. Gaston had to take several deep breaths before he was able to push his emotions aside long enough to force a smile. He knew this one wasn't much for sentimentality, and he didn't want to make him uncomfortable. "Congratulations, Flynn," he said, handing him a box that contained a quill pen. "Good luck in your future endeavors, whatever they may be." The important thing was that he still had a future!

Gaston's bright blue eyes landed on a group of seventh year girls (Felicity, Kye, Junia, and Vivian), and he felt a surge of pride. He'd had them every year but their first and watched them grow into strong, smart young witches. "Vivian, Felicity, Kye, Junia..." he said, beaming at each girl in turn. His eyes lingered on Junia for a second with an apologetic look. He was sorry for getting annoyed with her during the inferi attack; he was just on edge because he thought he was going to die that night. "Ladies, it's been a pleasure having you in my classes the past years. Congratulations to all of you!"He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out four more boxes, giving one to each girl.

There was still one more goodbye at this table, and it was the one Gaston had been dreading all night. Well, there was no turning back now... He heaved a shuddery sigh as he turned to Skylar. One look at her was all it took to send his thoughts back to the first time he ever talked to her, the time she comforted him after that disaster of a cooking lesson... so many memories! "Skylar..." he began, but his voice broke the moment he tried to speak. She had no idea how much she'd inspired him! There were time when he felt so alone and disliked that he doubted he was going much good at Hogwarts, but if Skylar Diggory liked him, he knew he had to be doing something right. "Congratulations and t-thank you... for being a great student, b-but most of all... for letting me g-get to know you..."

There was so much more he wanted to say, but his words failed. His head bowed, and he had barely enough time to fish the box containing her quill pen out of his pocket before he had to press his free hand to his eyes against the tears that threatened to fall.

What would she do this summer? Skylar pondered the question a moment. "Cassie and I were talking about a Europe backpacking adventure. You're all welcome to join if you'd like?" They were pretty friendly and inclusive like that.


There was Kye! Skylar raised one hand and wiggled her fingers lazily at the other dormmate. She was curious as to her plans for the Fall, because she hadn't really talked to her too much on future. They'd catch up after the feast in the dorm though. Exchange contact info and the like. At least Sky could only hope...


No words needed for Vivian indeed, and Skylar was definitely appreciative of her shoulder at the moment. At least there was one thing of comfort among the millions of swirling thoughts in her head right now.

She DID smile though at Vivian's answer to Junia's question. "You're not the one who anyone would be tired of ..." she said, in retort, eyes glancing upward at the bestie, completely implying that she was the boring one here.

Skylar glanced down at the table, taking in some of the younger housemates. Cameron especially was one she wanted to talk to as her co-beater for the last two years. She was going to miss beating with him because for the most part they'd finally worked in a whole routine.

She'd definitely be writing him. And saying a proper goodbye when they weren't all the way down the table.

Seeing the Charms Professor hobbling over to the their table, Skylar sat up straighter, wondering if he would see what she wrote in the Memory book. He congratulated Flynn first, then all her dormmates ... and for the briefest of seconds, the Captain was sure he'd forgotten she was a seventh year too. Her heart sank and she hadn't realized she'd been holding her breath.

Then. No. His words. The breaking. The scars on his face. She felt herself slipping too, subconsciously, her hand reached to hold onto Vivian's thigh for support, as she listened but there was no more being strong. As she listened to Gaston Marchand speaking, she could feel the tears welling up and before she even knew what she was doing, she was up out of her seat and flung her arms around him.

"Thankkkk... thank you. You take care now, please?" Because she really didn't fancy reading his name in the Obituary section of the Prophet. "And don't forget about me."