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Wood'sLittleFlower · 08-05-2011, 06:17 AM

With a sigh, Jayce made his way to the Great Hall for the final time. The boy felt rather mellow and a bit somber as his feet carried him forward. This was.. his final year. His final feast his final.. Well, seeing all of those different faces. He had no idea where he'd be going after this. But in this moment, that was the farthest thing from his mind.

The boy stood in the door way for a bit, hand on the wall, rubbing it lovingly as if it were some sort of pet. Why had he been doing this? Maybe he wanted a piece of him here. But there wasn't much he could do about that, was there? Sure, he could write in the seventh year book, but c'mon. He'd never been much of a writer or anything like that really. He was a bit fearful that he'd somehow manage to mess it up. With a final pat on the wall, he made his way forward, towards the table he realized he'd also never sit at again, which made his frown deepen.

He stood at the edge, staring down it, not wanting to take a seat for fear that it would speed time up. So, he stood there, somber expression still clearly across his face, definitely not the usually Jayce Cannon.

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08-05-2011, 06:17 AM	#34 (permalink)
Wood'sLittleFlower Mooncalf Join Date: Jan 2010 Location: Pawnee Posts: 7,958 Hogwarts RPG Name: Brooks Robertser Gryffindor Seventh Year	sniffles I'm totally not teary-eyed as i type this. Ern's Walmart Greeter With a sigh, Jayce made his way to the Great Hall for the final time. The boy felt rather mellow and a bit somber as his feet carried him forward. This was.. his final year. His final feast his final.. Well, seeing all of those different faces. He had no idea where he'd be going after this. But in this moment, that was the farthest thing from his mind. The boy stood in the door way for a bit, hand on the wall, rubbing it lovingly as if it were some sort of pet. Why had he been doing this? Maybe he wanted a piece of him here. But there wasn't much he could do about that, was there? Sure, he could write in the seventh year book, but c'mon. He'd never been much of a writer or anything like that really. He was a bit fearful that he'd somehow manage to mess it up. With a final pat on the wall, he made his way forward, towards the table he realized he'd also never sit at again, which made his frown deepen. He stood at the edge, staring down it, not wanting to take a seat for fear that it would speed time up. So, he stood there, somber expression still clearly across his face, definitely not the usually Jayce Cannon. OOC: Free postie btw<3 Drop me a VM if you reply please. __________________ back on your feet again, lift your head, hold it_h i g h______________________________________________ _____________you wanna run it back but you can't turn the time, you start to feel like you're losing your shine __________________________________but the grass ain't always greener on the_o t h e r_ s i d e