Jayce walked over to his own table, so sad that this year was already at an end. How had this happened? It only felt like yesterday that he had arrived as the ickle fourth year lost and confused seeing as he had transferred mid-year. Where had the year gone? He's been here, maybe not as involved as he would have liked to be, but here nonetheless. Maybe it had been all of the drama that had distracted him, and caused the year to fade away into a blur or colors and sounds that he could barely remember any longer.

On the brightside, this summer was going to be an excellent one at that. He would be traveling constantly with his mother and his best friend in the entire world. But.. What would come of it? Would he find his father like he so desperately wanted to? If he did, would his family finally come together seeing as he had gotten halfway there in the past year. Would anything change, really? Or would it all stay the same? There were so many questions running through his head and none of them seemed to have answers.

With a large sigh, the fifth year Gryffindor took his final seat at the table that he would not sit at for months at a time. The boy stoked the wood fondly, and gave it a pat almost as if it were real, or an animal of some sort, which it most definitely was not. With a sad smile, he grabbed a piece of bread and began to eat.

OOC: Anyone care to RP?