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sweetpinkpixie · 04-04-2019, 01:49 AM

So this was it.

Seven years had accumulated to this evening and it felt nothing like how his first year self had imagined it would. Having any real attachment to the benches here in the Great Hall or the tapestries decorating the walls or really any physical element of the castle had a real air of nugacity about it - even the badge still pinned to his robes. One would almost think that the Hufflepuff had come to hate Hogwarts were he to verbalize these thoughts, but it was anything but that. Despite everything he had survived here (portals and a terrifying monster, Dark magic possessions and threatening the security of the entire wizarding world, an inferi invasion and cursed treasure, Hogwarts attempt at becoming a reform school and psychological damage from polyjuice potion, hair growth NOT associated with puberty and splintered lips from gnawing on things he should not thanks to the appearance of small cute not-pygmy-puff creatures, AND all the teenage angst that came with...well...growing up), Derf still valued his time spent here. There just was no reason to feel nostalgic nor attached to anything inanimate or enchanted from here.

Memories were the foundation of that attachment anyway and those stayed with him, not here in these halls.

....and he had absolutely no idea what he was going to write in the Memory Book.

So, needless to say, one Derfael Mitchell Ashburry-Hawthorne was ready to leave this place and turn the page to start the next chapter in the on-going novel that was his life.

So it was that after giving the Ravenclaw table a brief glance and smiling at both Daisy and Aaron, that the Head Boy slipped into a seat somewhere in the middle of the table and ran his palms over the wood...allowing himself to feel a little nostalgic.

04-04-2019, 01:49 AM	#5 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie Wizarding World RPG Admin Minister for Magic DoM & MO Alley Proprietor Romanian Longhorn Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 39,343 Hogwarts RPG Name: Anna Walles Hufflepuff Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Sage Ransom-Kruus Slytherin Sixth Year Ministry RPG Name: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry RPG Name: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Employee: Zachaël Lufkin Owl Post x12 x12	astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf So this was it. Seven years had accumulated to this evening and it felt nothing like how his first year self had imagined it would. Having any real attachment to the benches here in the Great Hall or the tapestries decorating the walls or really any physical element of the castle had a real air of nugacity about it - even the badge still pinned to his robes. One would almost think that the Hufflepuff had come to hate Hogwarts were he to verbalize these thoughts, but it was anything but that. Despite everything he had survived here (portals and a terrifying monster, Dark magic possessions and threatening the security of the entire wizarding world, an inferi invasion and cursed treasure, Hogwarts attempt at becoming a reform school and psychological damage from polyjuice potion, hair growth NOT associated with puberty and splintered lips from gnawing on things he should not thanks to the appearance of small cute not-pygmy-puff creatures, AND all the teenage angst that came with...well...growing up), Derf still valued his time spent here. There just was no reason to feel nostalgic nor attached to anything inanimate or enchanted from here. Memories were the foundation of that attachment anyway and those stayed with him, not here in these halls. ....and he had absolutely no idea what he was going to write in the Memory Book. So, needless to say, one Derfael Mitchell Ashburry-Hawthorne was ready to leave this place and turn the page to start the next chapter in the on-going novel that was his life. So it was that after giving the Ravenclaw table a brief glance and smiling at both Daisy and Aaron, that the Head Boy slipped into a seat somewhere in the middle of the table and ran his palms over the wood...allowing himself to feel a little nostalgic. __________________ When you’re stuck in a moment and your spark has been stolen .................................................. ........... this is our time to own it, so own it..................................... baby we were born with fire and gold in our eyes