For years, Spike had thought this moment would never come...and now it had managed to arrive, he didn't know how to feel. He'd spent a while perched on the end of his bed, nearly packed trunk at his feet, trying to decide whether he wanted to attend the feast or not. To face the reality that this was the last time he'd be sat at the Ravenclaw table, eating the incredible Hogwarts' house elf food.

He'd finally decided that he should be here though, because, on his last night in Hogwarts, it'd really be no fun stuck on his own in the dorms when the Ravenclaws would be having a party down here. And everyone knew Ravenclaw parties were the best. Besides, he wasn't doing it alone - Addy was moving on with him.

Talking of which, Spike looked along the table, and looked for his favourite red-head. With a grin, his stepped up behind her, and slid his arms round her into a hug. "Ready for our next adventure?" he whispered in her ear. It was his way of saying 'how you holding up?' knowing full well that she would be doing better at it than him. He had more of a history here. He'd explored its every nook and cranny over the last seven years.

Letting go, he slipped into the seat next to Addy (the other side to Milton), and looked along the table with a sigh. So many friends. His former quidditch teamies, his co-Prefect, Lottie...

Game face on, Hutchinson. Game face on. He was NOT going to cry.