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The Beginning of the End
Seventh year.
That was the one thing Cale Newell did NOT want to think about right now. He felt cheated out of a great experience--everyone got to go to Hogwarts for 7 years, but he only got 3. 2, when you think about it, since his first year was spent at that awful Coopers school.
Everyone, with the exception of Ezra, had been kind enough to not bring up this topic for a while. He seldom introduced himself as a "seventh year" Gryffindor, he usually went with "Gryffindor Prefect" instead. He didn't want to think about leaving yet, and he was doing everything he could to avoid bringing it up.
Anna was doing a very good job too, but that was what scared him the most. Eventually, he'd have to say bye to her and he'd leave her for a whole year, worrying about her while she went off to finish out her last year. They'd have to talk about it at some point. While Anna was shopping for school supplies, he'd be at the Ministry, job hunting. When she was playing Quidditch, he'd be worrying over something in his Department. And that thought, was almost too much to bear.
His family had been the only ones who tried to cheer him up so far. His mum insisted that he could convince Anna to get homeschooled for her last year by her, and then Cale could see her all the time. Cale doubted that would work--his mum was nice and had a heart of gold and everything but she wasn't really the brightest. Aaron, his step-dad, assured him that he'd be working so much during his first year that the year would fly by before he even realized. That just made Cale feel even worse. Theresa also tried to convince him that leaving Hogwarts would be no big deal, and she was actually jealous she had 6 more years to go before she could leave. But Theresa had always been a rubbish liar, and Cale knew she was just trying to cheer him up and didn't really feel that way.
All Cale knew was, he had about 9 months before he had to face this problem. Hopefully that would be enough time for him to come to grips with it. And hopefully, it wouldn't hurt too bad when the time came.