Had seven terms really pasted already? It seemed like just yesterday that Kurumi had first entered the Great Hall, waited in line with all the other first years who she was now graduating with today, and had the Sorting Hat placed on her head. She had been so nervous then - mostly because she didn't want her brothers to disown her for being sorted into the 'wrong' house - and she felt even more nervous now. Nervous that she didn't stumble and fall on her face or do something out of order.

Hearing her name called by the Headmistresss, Kurumi took a deep breath and approached the Headmistress, her lower lip quivering slightly as she did as waves of emotions began to crash down on her wave after wave after wave. Bowing out of habit first, Kurumi stood up straight and shook Headmistress Truebridge's hand and was surprised at how soft it was for a Herbologist. She must do something special to keep her skin like that. Or maybe Kurumi was just stereotyping Herbologists.

Not the point. Although the momentary distraction was appreciated.

Accepting her diploma with her other hand, Kurumi offered the woman one more smile before moving on towards the stool. THAT stool...seemed so foreign and familiar at the same time. The last time she had sat down on it was when she was a first year and now...well, it really went without saying. The Sorting Hat was placed on her head and Kurumi sat very still, forcing a smile on her face, for the camera when the Sorting Hat suddenly moved and began to speak to her.

"Any regrets?" It said, squeezing the girl's head a little. The hat remembered how hesitant this one had been when it had sorted her many terms ago.

A genuine smile appearing on her face now, Kurumi simply shook her head and answered, "No."

With a click of the camera, Kurumi's picture was taken. No longer the unsure first year wondering where she would be sorted and if her house really would be her home or if she would ever find her place at Hogwarts, but as a seventh year who knew.