Originally Posted by Wilber Winterbottom

"Now, don't jinx us, Javier, my dear boy," Headmaster Winterbottom settled into his seat with bit of a groan. What was that quaint phrase the Americans said? Ah, right. His 'dogs' were barking. The castle was just full of long hallways and staircases, and the stone floors were unforgiving on his old feet. Perhaps he'd take up roller skating to cut the travel time in half next term.

The older man dawdled over thoughts of his sore feet while the professors chattered around him. He could tell they were delighted that the term had ended safely and with everyone fully maintaining their own arms and legs (and eyeballs), and everyone seemed ready for the summer. Wilber was ready for the summer as well, time enough to spend with his extended family and to stock up his library before another term came around.

But, alas, he could only dawdle so long. With an even greater groan, the Headmaster shoved back to his feet and raised a hand for quiet. He didn't need to shush, because young people were respectful when treated with respect, and when silence fell, he raised his voice. "Hello for the last time this term, young people. I hope that you will eat your fill and chatter with your classmates until your hearts are as full as your bellies, and then you will safely away to your beds for one last night. The trains will take you home in the morning, and for some of you, it will be your last farewell for Hogwarts."

Wilber paused a moment to let the full import of those words settle in for the seventh years. They had a big next step. "We wish those graduating a wonderous future. For those returning next term, enjoy your trip home and the summer months with your family and friends. When you return in the fall, we shall fill your noggins with many new amazing things, I'm sure."

Was he forgetting anything? Something cheerful or rousing? Something that captured the tone of the term that had ended quietly and safely? Or perhaps they were all a bit tired and a bit nostalgic, as he was, and the sooner the food appeared, the better. "Eat, drink, and be happy little chipmunks. Thank you for a lovely year."