For the first time since he’d received his badge, Ewan didn’t really want to be in the prefect’s compartment. Being around the other students and laughing and joking seemed like such a better use of his remaining time as a Hogwarts student but for some reason, he wasn’t wired that way. He couldn’t just forget the job he was intrusted with so, just as the year before, he ventured into the compartment first to meet the other prefect’s before he started his rounds although this time, he had a feeling his rounds would take a little longer than usual. Maybe he’d stay in a compartment to check on some of the first years a little more. Maybe he’d chat to some of his fellow seventh years.

Nestling himself in one of the window seats, he looked out of the window in the direction that he knew Hogwarts was in with a small smile across his face. He had done it. He had survived seven hectic, death ridden years at Hogwarts.