Mason felt like he wasn’t himself that he wasn’t carrying a book with him right now. Usually, the seventh year would be seen far away from the rest of the group, his nose buried in a book reading some new kind of adventure. Kind of like Jessa right now. The Ravenclaw chuckled softly as he looked at the entrance door and saw the younger Ravenclaw bumping in to others because she had her nose in a book.

“Thanks Sam” he said and quietly corrected himself in his mind about only having one friend. He had a few but the term was just strange to him because he prefered to be alone. “What you going to do during vacation?”

His attention went back to Louise again and he nodded his head. University was definitely the play it safe card. “I think it’s stupid we have to choose what we want to do at this age. I mean, most people are like, work this education that but i think i want to do something for myself and not society. I’ve always wanted to travel the world and go to all the famous libraries and bookstores” it was his dream or at least one of them. “But, in order to do that i need money. And i need a job to get the money so” he sighed heavily. “Unless i win the lottery of course” he said . “Well, i’m glad you enjoyed your stay” actually he didn’t care whether or not the Ilvermorny students had liked their stay but …manners, he had those. Some at least.

Like , how Kitty was talking about how she would miss the teachers and students when she graduated. Perhaps it was the fact that he simply did not have a bond with any of the teachers and only personally knew a handful of students that he thought it was odd to think like that. He also raised an eyebrow when he heard that muggles went to school for eight years instead of seven. “Wow, that sucks” he said truthfully. He was glad to get out of school.

The light knock over the head didn’t hurt but he still rubbed the back of his head as he looked up to find the Head Boy and fellow graduate , Rooney. Huh, he had thought it had been Dora. She seemed like the type to knock people over their heads out of friendship. Or hug them to death.

He shivered. He disliked hugs. He was about to congratulate the Head Boy on graduating when a piece of paper was literally shoved under his nose. He picked it up and turned it around to find a picture of Rooney himself with some kind of quote which he figured was supposed to be inspiring or whatever.

“Dude….seriously?” he asked as he waved the paper slightly. “You want to sign it as well?” pure sarcasm by the way.