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Cassirin 
"Yeah," Tate nodded. "If you mean it, I could use a couple. Three, I think." He could take Cari and his son and try to do the whole bonding thing. It was telling how the thought of it made his stomach just curdle.
But a speech. He could do that. Tate rose to his feet, determined to keep it short and sweet.
"Students!" He waited until the chatter diminished slightly before continuing. "Our term is drawing to a close once again. As sad as we are to see our seventh years depart, we are proud to see them entering the adult world, eager to know who and what they will become... and so ready for summer that it is like a physical pain."
Or maybe that was just for him.
"I would like to congratulate the Ravenclaw Quidditch team this term for their excellent season, and I would like to extend my approval to the Gryffindor House for regaining the House Cup after many many terms in Slytherin hands. It was a hard fought battle, and you all did well."
And should he even mention... Sigh. "I would also like to acknowledge that it was a strange term for us. We lost many familiar staff faces due to... unforeseeable circumstances, and I fear there will be more changes before next term begins again. You all were very patient with these changes, and for that, I'm grateful. We can only hope that things in the Wizarding World will have settled by next September." Although he sincerely doubted it.
"At this time, I want to encourage you to dig into your dinner and enjoy your last meal at Hogwarts for a few short months. Have a good summer, do not die, and make sure you all get on that train when it departs. Stragglers will be fed to the squid."
Max was the first to begin the applause and ceased once Tate sat back down.
"Three tickets is no problem and they'll be the best seats in the stadium so you'll arrive within two hours of the game starting," he said and acted as if their conversation wasn't interrupted by the speech.
"Hope you don't mind the Kalahari Desert. It's the sand that's the real pain about playing down there . . . it gets into places where sand doesn't belong."
Grin.
Then something that Tate said in his speech finally clicked in his mind.
"That's it - don't die! I was trying to remember your number one golden rule when planning the Herbology lessons. Well, at least no one died or lost a limb." Quote:
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McFeisty
She reached into the box and put Headmaster Tate and Deputy Headmaster (and Professor) Vindictus's bags infront of them. In Vindictus there was a little special thing - the mock up of the first broom she ever planned to design. Yes Mrs. Quite-Blond was planning to live out her dream of a broom designer - and this broom was only well...two inches long right now but you could collapse it out to full size. What she called a pocket-broom only problem was the possible expansion - luckily it was in a bag with an undetectable extension charm on it. There were little personalized things for each Professor depending on the class they taught - a little cauldron for a certain Potions Professor, miniature hedge clippers things she'd found around and thought would bring a smile to anyones faces.
Vindictus saw Kyle place the blue bag in front of him.
"Why, thank you, Kyle! You didn't have to do this," he smiled and immediately opened her gift. A miniature broom - very fitting, indeed! He looked it over and the smile remained on his face as he placed it carefully back in the bag so that it wouldn't get food on it.
"Good design. Innovative. You might want to apply for a few broom design patents."
It was sound advice.
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Hera Emily then turned to her Head of House... though things did get awkward for a while she hoped they could both look past that.
"Professor Vindictus, I just wanted to say thank you for being not only an inspiring Head of House but also for your brilliant Herbology lessons. I really enjoyed them. Thanks for everything."
"Thank you, Emily," he nodded in appreciation and wondered why she didn't mention Quidditch or his famous flying lessons. Hmmm.
"Good luck with the next step in your education."
Vindictus was about to say something else but suddenly a plate of food appeared in front of him - roast beef, potatoes, carrots, gravy, and Yorkshire pudding. Fork in one hand and a knife in the other, he began to dig in.