Soo, two graduates per boat.

Ronnie called Jory, kay guys? Heh.

She stood at the dock while she waited for her boyfriend, staring blankly at the boats, remembering the night she had road them across the water to Hogwarts. Swallowing hard, she let a few tears slide down her cheeks, and her throat go dry. This was it. These boats would take her away from her home for good, and she'd never come back. Ever. Turning to face the castle, she stared longingly at it. How she wished for a teensy bit more time. The school corridors. The Great Hall. The classes. Friends. Professors. Her Oliver. It hit her like a bludger, it was all slipping away too quickly. She bit the side of her cheek hard to keep herself from crying but she couldn't help it, and there she went, sobbing away on the dock all by herself.

Thank Merlin no one was around...yet.