So this was pretty much it?

In a matter of weeks, days even, Trixie wouldn't be able to step foot in this school ever again? Her life, the only memories that could actually stay with her would be only that. The Head Girls eyes welled slightly at the thought, her face sombre and emotionless, though it was clear that there was something up with her. It was pretty obvious what it was as well.

With a sigh and a moments thought, Trixie made her way through the corridors and staircases that overwhelmed the school. She wasn't ready to say goodbye, she couldn't ever be ready. The Eighteen year old arrived on the fifth floor, not expecting to stay, but the appearance of a professor, the Transfiguration one to be exact, stopped her from going any further.

"Professor" she announced her arrival with a small timid smile, very unlike the young blonde. "Its a shame I haven't got to know you better since you've been here" she told the older woman. It was true, she had attended a few of her lessons but never had the opportunity to talk.