Originally Posted by aussiegirl

Turning back towards the very lovely Potions mistress, Marcus pulled out a piece of parchment and scribbled down his address. "Oh please do Professor Lafay" he said holding out the parchment. "Don't be a stranger."

Hehe, she would last five minutes at his house, what with Ava there and all.

Still leaning towards Hecate, Marcus couldn't help but notice the looks on his fellow colleagues. He of course mistook the green look on their faces for jealousy.

And why not?

Marcus Lawson always got to kiss the pretty girls.

Originally Posted by Cassirin

Tate was tired of the drama and the squabling. Much as he wished the seventh years well and knew he'd miss them (some... of them), he was just READY for the term to end and for everyone to go home and RELAX. People were wound tight and doing bizarre and inappropriate things.

He stood abruptly. "Welcome, once again, to our end of term feast. I hope that you all enter this hall with memories from this past term, whether from the job fair, your classes, our alumni ball, or any of the many events put on in your individual houses. Today is bittersweet, because we know that SOME will not be returning next term... they will be moving on to better things. But it is a happy beginning for them, and we all know that in a few short months, we begin again. If you were a success this term, you cannot rest on your laurels. And if you struggled in some way, fall is a fresh start. Go home, enjoy your time off, and come back ready to learn and grow. And now... finish your dinners. The train will depart shortly."

Originally Posted by demented_death_eater

Max applauded Tate's speech while chewing a mouthful of Shepherd's pie. His objective at the feast was to be seen and to say very little so that he could actually eat his meal (too often, he had to sneak into the kitchens and fix a snack because he never got around to eating).

He swallowed and turned to the Headmaster who was seated to his left. "Nice and to the point, Tate. Well done!"