The badger slowly made his way up to the memory book, biting on his bottom lip. It felt so odd, writing in that book. He never thought this day would come. These seven years had passed by in the blink of an eye and he just couldn't believe it was already over. A shaky hand reached out, and his fingers wrapped firmly around the quill. Swallowing hard, he hesitated, holding the pen over the empty page. The seventh year looked over his shoulder behind him, taking a moment to look at the Great Hall, his professors, and the students chatting. He sighed. It had been an amazing seven years, that was for sure. Okay. Now to finally write in this book before he started crying in front of everyone. And he surely didn't want that. Letting out another small sigh, Dylan began to write...