So this was it.. This was her final time walking through these doors as a student into that beautiful magical hall. She closed her eyes right in front of the doors and tried to remember back. Remember her first time walking through and seeing that hall and how in awe she was over all that was in there. How she couldn't believe she was not dreaming. It was hard to remember back that far now and not thinking was totally normal. Something she saw daily the last seven terms. Still she tried to think about it. As Minerva walked through those doors she looked around. She was one of the only ones there which was the way she wanted it. She wanted to see the hall empty, to memorize every feature of it.

Wiping tears away that she had already started having as she packed, she made her way over to her familiar table. Touching it and looking down it she smiled thinking of the memories, glancing towards the claw table and thinking of those memories as well. She couldn't have thought about this hall or any of these feasts without thinking about the Claw table. Finding a seat in the middle of her own table she sat quietly thinking, thinking about everything and just taking as much as she could in.