The term was over.

Riley walked into the Great Hall and looked at the enchanted ceiling, the large ornate tables, the staff, all his friends, EVEN THE PUFFS; He was going to miss it all. The Gryffindor made his way over to his house table and sat down, tyring not to think about how it would be his last time. He was now wishing his mother would have made him transfer to Hogwarts sooner than his fifth year but the past was the past and he just needed to enjoy this night.