Marsha wasn’t ready for this. At all. Ever. Nope.

If she didn’t go to the feast, did that mean it wouldn’t happen and that term wouldn’t end? Not likely… it would just mean she wouldn’t get to say goodbye to her favourite people who were leaving tomorrow. Leaving for good. Biting her lip as she made a slow descent towards the Great Hall, Sha tried to reign in her heart and her potential tears from falling. She hadn’t even made it to TALKING to said favourite seventh years who were leaving yet.

This was going to be a mess.

Sighing internally, Sha pushed her way through the Great Hall doors and towards the Gryffindor table. Aunt Xandra. Cutty. Adi. Logan. Puck. Zander. Benzi. Sophie. She didn’t want any of them to leave but she knew that that wasn’t how it worked and that you had to move onwards and upwards, just like everyone else.

Not ready to sit next to someone that could make her cry, and unable to see Rusty or Lance at the feast yet Marsha sat down on the other side of Yoongi and gave both him and Norah a small, mostly depressed wave. Almost nothing of the excited, vibrant daily Marsha remained right now as her stomach flipped and she tried to remember that she had a lot - A LOT - of friends who remained at Hogwarts with her next year. AJ, Suri, Lance, Rusty, Yoongi, Dot, Norah, Aunt Alyssa... and Mels was starting next year too according to Uncle Thunder. This wasn’t something that was completely horrible, it was just horrible.

Sighsigh.

Slowly, she lifted her eyes up so that she could look around the hall trying to find the people that she needed to talk to before the end of the feast. It would be a long night.