Originally Posted by fanficfanatict

"Yeah, about Quidditch... maybe you should learn to fly first. I mean personally I don't understand why you refused to learn from Vindictus. He's a good teacher. You and Elektra both."

Originally Posted by meganelizabeth

Christopher walked into the Great Hall, rather nervously. He saw Elyon talking rapidly to some older boy at the Gryffindor table. He laughed and chuckled, as she was probably going on about unicorns or nargles. He waved at her and smiled, but turned to face the other direction. He could make out Violet and Selina sitting over at the Hufflepuff table.

He slowly walked towards them, his hands shaking violently. He didn't want to admit it, but unless they could manage to find a seat on the train home, this was in fact good-bye. He didn't think dad could make it over the summer, despite his ever frequent hopes and prayers. He may never see Hogwarts, his only home, ever again. He planned on sitting with his little sister on the train, as it could be some of their final moments as well. Especially their last moments at home, this school.

After he finally made his way up to the firsties, he was trembling harder than ever. He knew he wouldn't cry, but he was breathless. It was as some one invisible had repeatedly punched him in the stomach. He pulled out a shaking finger and tapped the tiny blonde on the shoulder. He had to talk to her alone, but since Selina was here, and they both looked so happy, he wasn't about to separate the best friends just yet.

"Hi..."

He sat down slowly, his eyes fixed on his hands. He couldn't bring himself to look at either of them. How does Elyon do this? How can she stay so happy, even if she knows it's good-bye? Then again, El still thought their mum would change her mind... If only she knew.

Christopher kept tearing up little pieces of bread, though he wasn't hungry. He just needed something to do with his hands, something to get his mind off of the present.