She couldn't breathe.

Maybe it was those tight socks she was wearing, blocking regular blood circulation and making her feel uncomfortable. Or maybe, it was the verge of tears she was holding from the moment she woke up. These were the last hours there, at Hogwarts.

By the time of the feast, she took a deep breath before entering, and hoped to keep the smile for everyone. Eden was there, her friend who had stuck with her til the end, and Pal promised to herself that she would never stop writing to her. She knew some of the other kids, younger ones who'd sure make the house pride rock later.

Okay, enough with the feelings, that were only to be shared in the memory book. She found a seat, took it and looked around, tapping her fingers on the table as she kept that knot inside her throat.