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Hogwarts RPG Name:
Amelia "Mia" Adair
Slytherin Sixth Year
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Leigh Upstead
Hufflepuff Fifth Year  x11
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Originally Posted by ArianaBlack  The piggyback ride was the easy part. But it’d probably be the only easy part.
The rest, that was hard.
However, he put on a brave face for Sophie Brown as she climbed onto his back and began the move over to Ravenclaw. Luckily he saw that not many others had joined the table yet, which would make things that much easier. He wasn’t ready to say goodbye to anyone yet, y’know? He didn’t want this to be the end. If he said goodbye… That’d make things real. Zander wasn’t good at real.
He tried to be as lively as possible, giving Sophie a hard time as she had to hold on tightly whilst he made her bop up and down as they went. He paused, only briefly, as he made his way into the Great Hall (for the last time). ”I hate this, Soph.” And then quickly started making his way towards Ravenclaw once again.
As he reached the table, he slowed his pace little by little… And then came to a stop, not knowing exactly where to drop her off, but knowing she’d figure out where she wanted to sit as soon as he left her. ”So, this is it, huh?” He bent down to make her landing easier and took another look at the empty table.
Mussing his hair, the Gryffindor gave her a smile (one that didn’t quite reach his eyes). ”I have to go sit at my table, I guess… But I’ll stop by Ravenclaw again a little later,” And as he said this, he could feel the small boxed-object in his pocket getting heavier and heavier. Almost as if it would burn a hole through his robe pockets and try to reveal itself too early. He’d be back for that in a bit. The one thing he was truly excited for. This was fine. Everything was fine.
She'd already packed most of her things, save for a few things she'd need for sleep and to get ready in the morning. She'd already taken most of her last visits to her favorite places on the grounds and inside the castle, made memories of as many places as she could, and... now it was time. A piggyback ride into the Great Hall felt good and right, even as Zander made the ride all sorts of bouncy in good humor. She acknowledged that it was extra silliness to combat the compromised feelings, though, and he further confirmed that when he firmly stated that he hated this. That he hated that this was their last feast, their last piggyback ride, their last...
The Head Girl swallowed the rising lump in her throat and blinked back any excessive moisture that threatened to pool in her eyes. This was fine. Everything was still fine.
"Me, too, Zanderpander," she murmured and gave him a comforting squeeze, then slid off his back when he stopped near her table. She heaved an exasperated sort of sigh and looked up at him, her chestnut eyes glossy with apprehension and grief. "Yeah, I guess." She knew he would sit at his table - she didn't expect anything else from him as a prefect for his house - and surged forward to peck his cheek with a kiss, gave his hand an encouraging squeeze, and met his weak smile with one of her own. "S'gonna be great. You'll be great. Lookit - all the banners'll be Gryffindor ones soon, that'll be fun. You're a winner, Zander Adair. Go make the most of it."
Giving him a nod to convey the sentiment of it'll be okay, Soph slipped her bag (the one charmed with an extension charm, holding loads of presents, mostly for professors) off her back, took a seat in her usual spot at the vacant table, and set her bag by her feet underneath the table.
Bring on the emotions.
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