His last feast at Hogwarts.

He had to admit, he was going to miss the school now that he actually thought about it. There were still so many things he wanted to discover , so many rooms he was sure he had never stepped foot in but unless he came back as a professor one day he would never find out. Or died right now and his ghost got stuck here or something but that was probably too gruesome...

He sighed as he entered the Great Hall. It wasn't often that Mason could be seen without a book in his hands but today he had not a single book with him. His mother should be proud. Walking up to the Ravenclaw table, the soon to be graduate sat down near the middle and grabbed the empty goblet in front of him to pour in some pumpkin juice for himself.

The only other Ravenclaw graduate that he knew was Rooney. Perhaps he should say a few words to him. Like...good luck becoming minister or something. He chuckled to himself and looked around until his dark brown eyes fell upon a book on the far end of the wall and on a pedestal. The seventh year memory book.

The seventeen year old rolled his eyes. What was he supposed to write in there? The only friend that he had made was Dora and well, he wasn't exactly good with words either. Perhaps he should just sign it. He couldn't leave without proof he had been here right?

Taking a sip from his pumpkin juice, Mason frowned as he thought deeply on whether or not if he should write in it or not.