The first step into the Great Hall was hard. So very hard. The tall prefect couldn’t help but drink in all of the children already in the hall on the different tables and the ghosts that were hovering around the place as an apple sized lump formed in his throat. With the hurricane of thoughts that were storming around his head, he really couldn’t fathom if he was happy to see the back of the place or sad that this was his last feast but one thing was for certain, he had made so many memories here and today…today was his very last feast. The last time he’d look out towards the staff table at the teachers who had tried their best to educate a small Welsh boy who had had no knowledge of the magical world until he got his letter. The last time he’d sit and eat copious amounts of spectacular food with his friends. The last time he might even see his friends! Today was a day full of last times. A day of sadness and joy. Today was bitter sweet indeed.

With a heavy heart and slow footsteps, Ewan made his way over to the Ravenclaw table that sat in the middle of the wall underneath the eagle embroidered banners and took a seat in front of a silver plate, not really feeling hungry but also not wanting to sit out his last feast. With no one else really there, his eyes wandered around the hall for a moment, taking in the sky above them for a moment before sweeping across the tables. His eyes did briefly catch sight of a familiar face at the Hufflepuff table (Minjae) which was nice, simply because it confirmed that it memory had in fact returned, as well as another familiar face at the Slytherin one, (Eiji)although this one he was a little bit more indifferent to. Maybe indifferent was a strong word. It was more that he simply did not know his fellow seventh year. This though somehow made him more thankful for the people he had taken time to get to know this year. The new and old friends he’d got closer too and also, the people who had left school last year. All in all, the prefect was not in a sad mood, simply nostalgic.