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June 16, 2066
Well, besides quidditch and the opportunity to kiss Maximus Vindictus at the after part – an awesome experience that I can’t believe I forgot to mention in my last entry – but YES, I’ve kissed Vindictus! Besides that, I doubt I would have kept my sanity this term. It wasn’t the lack of proper magical education that got most so much as that I was not used to all the female hormones and such. As the only daughter with three brothers, you could imagine why. One of the most amusing accounts – other than the Alexis & Boggart incident – would have to been when Willow Kovac predicted during a tea reading that marriage was in my future. Ha! Me – Married? And if I know Willow like I think I do, than I do not think that would be one of the first things to suggest unless it were true. Which in some sense has more anxious because of the one person I love – the person I dream about day and night – I really doubt he would commit. Not after our separation for a year plus. This terrified me almost as much as marriage, because while I wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with him, then I also wanted freedom. Independence.
Moving on though: Quidditch was one of the things that kept me sane; that and singing. The end-of-term exams for classes were – as to be expected – a joke. NEWT examinations were challenging, but with intuition and all the in-between quidditch practice study sessions throughout the term, then I think I’ve hopefully managed all right.
Which brings us to the end of term feast. One that I was not looking forward to since the welcome feast, since there would be no boys. Like I mentioned, girls have drama. Besides, the boys were the other half of Hogwarts who I had grown attached to over the years. Without the wizards of Hogwarts there, then there would be no ending to my final year of Hogwarts. It would be just simply another end. No finale. Besides, Hufflepuff was getting neither House nor Quidditch Cup, so where was the motivation to attend anyway? Even in all the points that I had achieved that year, we got nothing. We lost. Again.
Had it not been for earlier in the day when I discovered the location of the feast was to be at Hogsmeade, then probably would have skipped it. Even signing the memory book could not have been worth the emotions. But the feast was at Hogsmeade, which meant only one thing: the boys and girls would be reunited at the closing feast!
And even as I arrived at the Hufflepuff table and Garret Crocker seemed eager to avoid my gaze – silly first year – then I knew I had made the right decision in my attendance. Even if Josh Moonson still hated me or Tancred Adara (*sighs*) still seemed more secretive than usual or Neo Masterson & Caleum Myers were perhaps still some smoky hot professors that Cooper’s had to offer. Because Myers and Masterson were undoubtedly still hostile over girls (myself included) at having managed to sneak over for Myers’ lesson. None of that mattered though because as Headmistress Rae said in her speech, current and future students would never have to deal with the unjust gender separation again. Hogwarts would be back next term.
Not to mention that Headmistress Rae had also decided to not award the house cup this term due to house bias with the house point system. Though instead of the House Cup, she awarded individual plaques to the top point earners in the school, which meant my hardwork DID pay off! Myself, fellow seventh year and arch-enemy Cassandra, fourth year Anna Greingoth, and shockingly a first year, Celandine Toussaint were the recipients of the individual house plaques.
Before I close out my final entry, then I need to remark on one thing. Upon signing the seventh year memory book, I realized that I needed something to leave my mark. Because even after my name is long forgotten, the memories of my time at Hogwarts are lost, then I will know that my time as a Hogwarts student is done. My road ahead will not always be straight and easy, but at least enjoy it while we can. Thus, before we parted from the feast and before the Headmistress’ speech, myself and Cora Blue Latiffa – seventh year Slytherin – danced our way to the Dias and sang our hearts out to a muggle song “Dancing Queen” by Abba.
And tomorrow, we board the Hogwarts Express. For the last time.
Now Hogwarts graduate, but forever Badger,
Captain Mummia Mia
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