Another illustrious Hogwarts year has come and gone, Wilber feeling the radiance in the Great Hall that evening as his cohorts and students all chatted about the upcoming summer. Naturally he had plans to rejuvenate somewhere far isolated from society. Preferably with as many colours of the spectrum as he could find.

His paled skin was in need of sunlight as he ascended the dais feeling every bit as drained as he appeared. "Good evening ladies and gents," he expressed loudly to those already seated. "Oh fiddlesticks. What have I done with it?" he patted his breast pocket, frowning. "I'll have to get one the elves to fetch it from my office." Parting gifts for another well done year in the books. Nothing exorbitant and he could definitely give that later unless some of the staff departed early in their morning to begin their summer vacations. "No matter, but surely someone can tell me why the newspaper was feeling down?" An appropriate joke for this term.