Ashley was slouched at the Ravenclaw table, mulling things over in her brain. It was the end of her first year, and she was relieved that she was still alive. She couldn't wait for the summer so that she could do things she actually enjoyed. And also be far away from the Trents. She could be with her most bestest, extra-special, best dude ever, favoritest person, coolest smartest kindest funniest most loyal most confident best person ever MUGGLE BEST BEST BEST FRIEND. For three months. or 1/4 of a year. She couldn't help but smile. That wasn't a thing she did frequently anymore. It was like a weight had been finally lifted from her shoulders. No possessions, no Trents, no fire, less annoying people, the chance to do fun stuff with people she loved. Now that's a vacation. She just sat there and smiled. There was just this one feast, and then this year was over for good. Maybe next year would be better. Either way, Ashley could use a break. She looked around the table for her friends. Might as well enjoy this last meal.

It was finally the end of term. Irithel was back to her normal self - she was no longer possessed by Slyvester Hargraves and had received treatment for burns, smoke inhalation and a bunch of other things she suffered through in the Forbidden Forest. She could not wait to go home the next day. In fact, she hoped she would never have to return to Hogwarts again. Given how dangerous and dumb the school proved itself to be, she thought it would not be difficult to convince her dad to let her stay at home and teach herself magic.

She did not want to be at the feast, but could not deny that she was terribly hungry. So the first year dragged her feet to the Ravenclaw table, determined to eat quickly and head back to the dormitory for some alone time. She waved at Ashley and lay her head down on the table. Unlike the start-of-term feast, she was quiet and not trying to be the center of attention. Her cheek against the cool surface of the table, she wondered if there would be ice cream for dessert.

Avalon stumbled into her seat at the Ravenclaw table, looking a bit worse for the wear. The end of the term had really taken its toll on her, with OWLs and then the whole possession incident. Although the spirit of Sylvester had finally left her alone, she was still feeling a bit dizzy and discombobulated. Not to mention her hair was still singed on the ends from the fire in the forest. The first thing she would be doing when she arrived home was getting a haircut.

The Prefect gave Ashley and Irithel a nod in greeting. The poor first years. They had been possessed, too. Avalon couldn't imagine going through something so traumatic during her inaugural year at Hogwarts. She honestly probably would have requested to transfer if something like that had happened.

"You girls feeling alright?" she asked them, reaching out to pat Irithel on the back. The first year seemed just as drained as Avalon was. "I guess summer couldn't have come at a better time," she sighed, trailing off as she stared tiredly at the staff table, where Trent seemed more irritable than ever. She couldn't wait to get home and take several long naps.

Ashley laughed. Darkly. It was... a somewhat intimidating laugh. "I'm fine." Mostly. Except for the burns and mental strain and cough. And everything. She wondered if she had broken the record for most hospital visits yet. "I can't wait for summer. It'll be months before I have to come back here. I'll be on the other side of the world, which is the way I like it. And I'll even get to see my most bestest favoritest awesomest friend. He's a muggle, y'know. It's sad that I can't say that I'm a witch. Whatever. We'll do surfing and talking and stuff. I might die, but hey, I can do that at Hogwarts, so it's relatively very safe. Are you excited for your summer?"

She looked up when she felt a pat on her back. It was Prefect Avalon, whom she remembered was possessed by the ghost as well. That explained why her hair looked singed, and why she looked so exhausted. She wondered if her leadership position was at risk because she tried to burn the forest. Probably not - the professors knew they did not do it on purpose. Irithel nodded glumly at her question and listened to Ashley talk about her summer, still resting her head on the table. "That sounds nice. Please don't die though. I'll probably go mountain climbing with my brothers and hope I don't have to come back to school." she said, her voice slightly muffled by the table.