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On a raised dais situated at the farthest point of the Great Hall stands a long table where the members of the Hogwarts staff sit and enjoy their meal while casting a watchful eye out on the four House tables. Each staff member has an assigned, cushioned chair to sit on throughout the duration of the feast, though the more notable out of them all is the throne-like golden chair in the centre reserved for the headmaster.

Keep in mind that you should not be wandering up to the staff table if you are not a staff member before Headmaster Winterbottom has delivered his speech. Doing so may result in the loss of house points or other appropriate consequence before you even make it back to the dorms. If you wish to speak with someone who is seated up here, you will have to wait until after the speech has been said and there is food and drink on all of the tables. Make sure to keep your visit brief though -- the staff were also waiting on the food to appear and are just as hungry as you.

Ean couldn't believe how fast the term had gone by, despite everything, he had a sense of longing with what would come next. Many things, some that couldn't be shared just yet as he sat in his chair in the Great Hall. First, Jan, and now Idris would be graduating now and in just two more years will be Zen's turn. It wasn't that long ago when the three of them were sneaking out at night to spend time at his previous home in her footie pajamas and all as little kids.

Before he could fully invest in those heartwarming feelings, he took a sip from his goblet. Now to wait on the others arriving.


Kraetos arrived, no cheetos dust in sight, yes, he knew how to keep clean, but curbing an appetiate was difficult without having some snacks. Today, it was cheez-its, which he had finished snacking on before he parked down in his seat after making the rounds greeting everyone.

"What a year." He had to admit. Turning to see his seat companions, thoughts and wishes for the future, perhaps?

Dhruv was right behind Ean, thoughts whirring about in their brain but quite aware that all was right in their world. That made them happy. Or happier one could say. The feeling couldn’t pick a better evening to surface. The professor took their assigned seat after which they carefully arranged their robes around themself. Almost automatically, their eyes glided in the direction of the Slytherin table - which was filling up fast in their opinion. It didn’t matter to Dhruv that the House hadn’t secured any of the three Cups; just that their Snakes had done their best.

The arrival of Kraetos interrupted the thoughts. During the time they had known the CoMC professor, Cheetos dust had been a seemingly steadfast friend of his. It was clearly different this evening. “Indeed. A quiet one but still full of adventures.” Dhruv was slightly paraphrasing a certain Gryffindor’s words there. “And now we get to enjoy the feast.’’ They discreetly and almost absently and gently patted their tummy. Their appetite was quite ferocious.


Sarika seemed to be radiating extra energy that evening. “Hello, everyone,’’ she greeted brightly. There was a wide smile for everyone gathered at the table so far. However, when she spotted a cheese dust-free Kraetos, the woman could not help herself. “Had I known you were out of Cheetos, I would have brought you a few packs.” Chuckling, she went on to greet Ean and Dhruv and everyone else. Only then did she make her way to her own seat. She hoped to have a peaceful evening.

Another term complete, another End-of-Term Feast to attend. Where did the time go? It was incredible how fast it seemed.

Vashti arrived on time nonetheless, a smile and a "Good evening," offered to each colleague as she passed by them to get to her seat. The lack of Cheetos dust from Kraetos was also noted. A momentous occasion indeed. Heh.

Once she had taken her seat, her attention moved quickly to scan the Hufflepuff table. They might not have come in first place for the House Cup this term, but that wasn't anything to be ashamed of. They'd taken the Quidditch pitch and Gobstones arena by storm and won both at the same time, after all. The badgers had worked tremendously hard all year, and she hoped they were as proud of themselves as she was of them.

Wilber was seated at the staff table per usual, where greetings, shared summer plans, snack discussions, and dad jokes were presented. "Greetings, my dear colleagues." Chuckling at the mention of cheetos dust, he hoped some things never changed among them.

By Jupiter, what an astounding year it had been! It seemed only yesterday they were welcoming the students back, and yet here they were already at the other end of it. He looked toward the skies in the enchanted ceiling, wondering what else might befall the wonderful heads tonight. But the time for dawdling was over. With one last glance toward his colleagues and a nod of acknowledgement, Wilber stepped toward the dais. His outstretched hands gradually drove the chatter to silence across the Hall before he began,

"Thank you, and welcome all to the Ending Feast. I trust your stomachs are screaming for substance, but fear not, those tummies will be satisfied soon enough. I’d like to announce that the Time Capsule has been filled to satisfaction, and all of your submissions have been collected. As such, the contents will remain sealed for the next fifty years. And trust me, those years will fly by sooner than you can imagine. Why, I’d like to say those fifty years felt more like… fifteen or so years, if any."

A twinkle appeared in his eyes as he looked in a specific direction, the corner of his mouth threatening to curl into a knowing smile. "Now then, let’s first give a big round of applause to enduring the year despite the obstacles along the way." He joined in the clapping with the others before continuing. "And now, presenting the graduating Class of 2120! Please stand, as we are so proud of what you’ve accomplished throughout your school years here and anywhere else. May the knowledge you collected be used as a guide for your futures. We wish you the very best of luck, and know that we are proud of you!" Cheers were likely roaring, and stomping for the happy and somber graduates that would be enjoying the last of their days here.

"Now, the moment you’ve all been waiting for: the House Cup. Through a close race, Gryffindor is the winner of the House Cup." Wilber paused long enough to allow the loudest cheers and stomping from the Gryffindor table to ring throughout the Hall. "Annnd we commend Ravenclaw, with their sheer wit in holding onto the mantle for the majority of the term; Hufflepuff, with their supreme loyalty; and Slytherin, for their resilience in the run." There was no shortage of applause between each House before he added, "And, of course, our wonderful athletes have not gone unnoticed. The Gobstones and Quidditch Cups go to Hufflepuff!" The cheers remained amongst the House, and Wilber gave an approving nod toward their table.

"As we round out the night, let’s raise our goblets to the ending of the year and the promise of a bright future. Wherever one may go, remember that there will always be a home at Hogwarts." He gave everyone a moment to do so, his expression softening as he looked across the students and staff alike. "And now, we feast!"

With a clap of Wilber’s hands, the food was revealed at each table. Dig in!

Elara had already been seated by the time the last of the time the Headmaster's speech began, her hands loosely folded around the stem of her goblet. Elara had listened with the particular patience of someone who knew the real purpose of a feast was not speeches but the food that followed them.

As it ended, she finally allowed herself to relax slightly into her chair.

There was something different about the castle at the end of term. Less frantic. Less expectant. Her gaze wandered over the room, and there was something satisfying about seeing her students like this.

No anxious faces bent over parchment. No explosions, misplaced limbs, argumentative paperweights, or objects developing entirely too much personality. Just children laughing at the end of another year.

Her lips curved faintly as she watched them, though she found herself absently rubbing her thumb over the fourth finger of her opposite hand. The motion was habitual. She only noticed after several seconds that there was nothing there.

Her hand stilled. Elara looked down at it for a moment before letting her hand fall naturally into her lap.

Her eyes lifted again, drifting across the staff table almost absently before settling on the feast once more. The corner of her mouth curved as a familiar voice carried faintly through the room, and she simply smiled before reaching for the nearest serving dish.