Speech, FINALLY

Mason put down his goblet filled with pumpkin juice and turned to face the staff table when the Headmistress started her speech. He clapped along when needed and when the seventh year graduates had to stand up he decided to keep sitting down. It was awkward enough and he didn’t need an applause because he graduated.

The moment the speech was over, the Ravenclaw looked hopefully at the table and sure enough the food came through the wood. Grabbing some potatoes, a few vegetables and a pile of chicken wings, the seventh year began to eat, letting out a small chuckle at Cassie’s little ghost joke. “Hey you never know , i’ve heard students have actually died in this place” he answered half jokingly. His sense of humour had always been a bit dark.

Then came a girl whom he did not know so Mason figured she was one of the Ilvermorny students who decided to sit at their table. He nodded his head in Emma’s direction as a sign that he had seen her wave before he was literally ATTACKED by an unseen force.

“Dora! Come on, let go please” he gasped as the Gryffindor squeezed him in a tight hug. What was it with people and hugs. Never heard of personal space, people? Letting out a relieved breath when she finally let go, the seventh year turned to look at the girl. “What?” he asked in answer when she told him she had something for him and Rooney.

Speaking of Rooney, Mason’s mouth dropped slightly when the Head Boy picked up the photo he had in his hand and…..signed it….with a smile. Oh Merlin’s Beard…had he not heard of sarcasm? Still, the fact that he would send tickets to any show he would be in when he became famous was cool though. “You better not forget that promise” he grinned.

Turning to Kitty next, Mason shrugged his shoulders. He did that a lot lately. “I don’t know yet, i kinda want to travel to every famous library/bookstores in the world. Would be cool. And study at University or maybe work somewhere” he hadn’t decided what he wanted to do yet.

A hand landed on his shoulder and the Ravenclaw turned his head to look up to see who it was. “Seriously, people. Never heard of personal spa--- oh, sorry Professor…” Scratching the back of his neck awkwardly, Mason shrugged his shoulders. “I’m okay” he said because honestly, what could he say to that? And if he was ready to graduate? “Definitely, i mean, school is okay but seven years is more than enough of . Did you know that Muggles spend EIGHT years at school? Kitty just told me, crazy right” it wasn’t even a question, it was a statement.

Mason’s dark brown eyes went to Rooney when their Head of House called him over and he hoped that they weren’t going to get all emotional right now. Cause if they were going to cry he at least needed an headsup so that he could escape.