Tim waited her turn for the seventh year memory book. Originally, she had no intention of writing in it but her twin insisted she did. The blonde didn't have much to say or leave behind. The line moved quickly and that didn't leave Tim with much time to think something up. What if she just put one sentence in it? Or just one word? Would people judge her for it? Not like some haven't already. Anyway.

Tim moved up with the line until she finally got to the book. She still hasn't thought up something inspiring or whatever to write in it. Instead, she grabbed the quill and doodled little stars and flowers around her page. At least it would give people the impression that she was busy writing. But at last, something came to mind and the blonde began to write.

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I don't have much to say, even if I tried. So maybe I'll just give you some advice. I always seemed to be good at that (even if people didn't take it and ended up in trouble).

Don't expect everyone to like you, because they won't. You're not everyone's cup of tea and that's perfectly okay. You don't need tons of friends to be happy. Just a few that you trust and make you happy is perfect. You won't be great at everything you try, that's okay too. If you're passionate about something, don't give it up; you'll feel empty. Always strive to be your best and never compare yourself to anyone else. It'll only break your spirit.

Oh, and try not to get eaten by anything. Mysterious things are always lurking around.

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To the friends and family I made in my seven years here: thank you for putting up with me.

To the friends I've lost throughout the years: I'm sorry, maybe I wasn't your cup of tea.

To my two favorite professors, Myers and Hernandez: Thank you for letting me study in the greenhouses and with the creatures. It broadened my passion for magizoology and herbology. Expect a letter from me asking for recommendations some time.

Goodbye Hogwarts, and my fellow Gryffindors, it's been an interesting seven years.

Timila Finch
Next Newt Scamander

Satisfied with her entry, Tim smiled to herself and set the quill down. Letting out a happy sigh, the seventh year stepped aside and let the next person ahead before entering the Great Hall.

She had come into the great hall and went right to the book. She had known it was coming and she knew she was going to be writing in it. So instead of putting it off, she went right to it. Waiting behind Tim, she couldn't help but smile a little knowing her friend was one of the closest she had. How was it the end of term already? How was it time to write in this book, the right of passage in a way? She hadn't come in as a first year, she didn't experience what they all did, but she still felt writing in this book was like writing the final chapter at this school.

She waited until Tim was done gave her friend a small wave and took her place at the book. She looked at it for some time. She read Tim's of course and couldn't help the smile. Tim was good at advice and Nat knew she was one of those one's that didn't listen. Her fingers flipped the pages reading some of the other's. She found Roman's, Zay's, Alex, and Dot's. There was Dante's and Hugo's. Frankie and then Hady's was the next she turned to and read her words. So many memories in one book.


Finally moving to an empty page she picked up the quill and began writing:

SPOILER!!: Entry

This feels like such an honor to be writing in something that so many of done before me. If you really think about it there are models, actors, artist, professors, mothers, fathers, and even the members of TDK in this book when there were nothing but a student, someone's child, and other classmates friends. They were students just like us and they left this castle and did great things. That's all we all truly want though to just do great things and be who we have always wanted to be. Maybe some of us still don't know what we want to do when we leave this castle while other's have know for many years. It doesn't matter, what matters is we've all given our best and have done our best. We all come from very different families, have had very different experiences, but yet we are all in this castle learning together. As a person that came in my fourth year I was amazed at how welcoming this castle is, how amazing the professors are at making you feel comfortable in learning, how willing they are to help if you just ask, and how much you can grow as a person. I hope that everyone gets to experience this like I did. I wouldn't be who I was without many of the people even in this castle.

To the people who hated on me, thought I wasn't good enough and gave me a hard time. Thank you, you hurt me, but you made me stronger. You made me push to prove you wrong. To my friends, you know who you are, thank you for believing in me, thank you for always being there even when I wasn't there for myself. Thank you for never giving up on me and making me try harder.

To the person that will never read this. Thank you, thank you for pushing me at a time I didn't care to push myself. I hate you for leaving, but I love you for being there when you were. A part of me will probably always love you for the rest of my life.

To the people that were actually crazy enough to look up to me I hope I didn't screw up too bad in your eyes. I am not perfect and I never will be and neither will you. Don't try for perfection try for your best, life short doesn't ever wait for a moment to come to you find that moment you want. Soon you will be standing here writing and thinking about how fast this has gone. Be you, don't be who anyone else wants you to be. The haters are going to hate so just let them do it and be better for it. Try not to judge anyone because you don't truly know them even if they are judging you and it is hard not to think badly about some.

To the Professors and staff, especiall Professor Hirsch, Steweart, and Healer Reed thank you for listening, for caring, and for taking care of me. Even though I can be difficult you saw around that. She looked past my issues and saw who I could be and you helped me find that. You sat and listened the last few months when you knew I needed it, you gave me extra lessons to help when I needed, and you were just there as an adult guiding a child along a path. All the staff of Hogwarts has played a part in all of our growth whether we liked it or not they have taught us.

I hope when you read this you are thinking about all the amazing people, experience, and growth you have had in your journey through these corridors, these common rooms, and just these amazing walls. We beat a freaking monster for Merlin's sake WE ROCK!


Peace out Hogwarts!

Natalia Franks-Mundie
The Sirens Lead Singer
Head Girl
Slytherin

She looked over her words before setting down the quill and stepping away. She might have wiped a tear or two away before walking away to the table.

Janelle had put this off as long as she could. She wanted to leave her message in the memory book, but for some reason, she was at a loss for words. That was unusual. Trying to get her thoughts together, Janelle opened the book and began to flip through the pages. She had to go back several pages to find what she was looking for. And there it was.......her sister's entry. She smiled as she read Jasmine's words, her special messages to friends. As she neared the end, her smiled faded a bit. Ah yes. Her sister had gone through some things that Janelle could not completely understand at the time. But now, older, wiser, she got it.

Moving on, Janelle read the entries of some of her friends and acquaintances. She was surprised to find her name mentioned in several places. Adi's kind words brought her smile back. She even got a shout out from some of her house leaders and that was very, very cool. Reading the book, Janelle made a sudden realization. Most of her really good friends had already left Hogwarts. Perhaps that was why she didn't feel overcome with sadness about leaving it. What did make her sad though, was that she hadn't forged greater friendships with the students who remained. Alas, it was too late for regrets.

Finally, Janelle realized that she had stalled long enough. She was going to have to write something, although she still didn't quite know what. Picking up the quill, she knew she'd just have to wing it. Taking a deep breath, she put the quill to parchment and let the thoughts flow.



For someone who didn't know what to write, Janelle had rambled on for a ridiculously long time. Satisfied that she had cleared her mind of thoughts, she put the quill down. Triumphantly, without shedding a tear, she made her way back to the Ravenclaw table.

She had waited to come up here, but once the speech had been made and the food had appeared, Elle had known it was time. If she waited any longer, she wouldn’t have the chance. However, once she had gotten up to the book, she had found that her mind was blank. That she honestly and truly didn’t know what she was going to write. The odds of anyone seeing whatever she wrote, anyone she really knew, were slim. Besides, the purpose was to let the future students know what they had gone through. It wasn’t as if this was a yearbook they could keep forever, to look at whenever they liked. Those memories were in her head, but she finally came upon some words that she could write down.

SPOILER!!: Elle’s entry

Everyone says Hogwarts is their home…and over the past seven years I’ve learned that those words aren’t just meaningless. Hogwarts is my home. My home away from home, my support when I’ve needed it. No matter what horrible things might happen (and this term definitely proved that the castle hasn’t revealed all of its secrets yet), we endure.

My friends know what I feel about them. That’s the important thing to remember, though. Everyone needs friends. At least one, who can be there when you’re down, when you’re struggling.

Not only that, but Hogwarts helped me realize what I wanted to do with my life. The girl who loved herbology suddenly had a purpose in life. A purpose that ironically the events of this term helped me discover, and I will always be grateful to Healer Reed for trusting me to help. So I guess that’s my message. Yes, horrible things do happen at Hogwarts, but ultimately they help you realize who you are and that’s the important part.

Take what Hogwarts can give you, and trust that you’ll understand its reasons in time.

With all my love,
Elle Penrose
Slytherin, class of 2092
future healer

Once she was finished, she took a moment to read over what she’d written, and then she set the quill down and headed back to her table for the last few moments of the feast. There was a lot to do before the train.

Aslan Evans felt this moment with an astonishing amount of clarity. Ready. Steadfast, and decisive. She would not be attending the feast, it was not how she wanted to spend her final night at Hogwarts, but the memory book, the final symbol of remembrance and the past. Her mother had written something here, and her mother before her. The Walsh line was represented clearly, but that was all. one side of her, represented and honored and the other?

She thumbed through the pages, carefully and with a gaze fogged from thought. The first time. The last time. The past and the present. All of it written down here in various shades of ink. There was nothing to say to her friends; those that knew her well would understand what they meant and what the time here had done for them. Hazel had left no note behind and neither had Brian, who had only left the term before....

Green, grey.
Blue, red.
Gold, white.
Warmth.

the quill was light in her hand. She dipped in, careful to let the ink settle. The words shifted through her mind, relentless and fierce as the beat of her red heart.



Lighter, but no less thoughtful, Aslan Evans stepped away from the book and her freshly written entry. Every new beginning came from some other beginnings end, and this ending was just the start.

How many hours had Rooney Bronwyn spent reading through this book over his years here? Too many. How many times had Rooney Bronwyn traced the handwriting of his 17 year old Mother, his 18 year old Godmother and every person he had ever idolised? Too many. And now he was the most unprepared he had ever been, because not once had he drafted his own entry like he drafted absolutely everything in his life.

Whilst he stood at the next open page, he let his craft fingers take over and stuck down a border of the confetti that laced the Great Hall covered in his initials and then a copy of the autographed head shot he had given to everyone at every table. It took a few minutes, but Roo finally began to write.

SPOILER!!: Head Boy Rooney A. Bronwyn, Class of 2093

In essence, this book is as important to the flow of Hogwarts as the Book of Admittance.. as of this point it contains the past, the present and the future of the school. Those adorning this page with their handwriting will be future Professors, future wives, future husbands, future Ministers, future everything and anything. But the future nonetheless.

My time here has been tumultuous, dictated and ridiculed but the only thing I would change is how ready I was to get into the big wide world before now. My friends will be here after me, my family will be here after me and any children I have will create their own legacies in this very castle.

I am Rooney Bronwyn, and it has been a pleasure to serve Hogwarts as a student, a Ravenclaw, a Prefect and now Head Boy.

Thank you.

With that, he shot a thumbs up to his sister over at Gryffindor table and tried to catch the eye of his blonde at the Slytherin table. However, he just smiled and made his way back to his housemates - his unofficial family.

The memory book was Rula's first destination upon reaching the Great Hall for the feast. It was something she wanted to get done now, rather than sit at the table and build up the dread and uncertainty of what she was going to write. She'd thought about it a little, of course, but had never actually sat down and thought it all through. Seventh year had been pretty busy, after all, and the terms before that...well, writing in the memory book had felt far enough away that she could put it off.

But now it was here. Her final feast at Hogwarts. This was it.

And...she was ready. But also not at the same time. At least...she was okay with leaving the castle itself. But knowing there would still be others returning here next September, her family, her friends...they would be here and she would be elsewhere. Missing them. That was the hard part.

But now wasn't the time to dwell on that, was it? There was still a whole summer between now and then. No need to worry.

And with that thought, she finally opened the book, flipped thoughtfully through several of the past pages just out of curiosity (as well as searching for familiar names), and read the more recent ones written by Aslan and Rooney, smiling fondly.

Then, finally, after a few more moments of thought, she began writing on the next blank page.

Text Cut: Seventh Year Memory Book Entry of Rula M. Botros

I think it's safe to say that no matter how many years pass, and no matter how much the castle itself may remain the same, every student's Hogwarts experience is unique. It is shaped by your past, by your family, by your values, by your beliefs, by your professors, by your friends, by your classmates, by your personality, by your hopes, by your dreams, by your fears, and so many other factors that it is impossible for me to guess exactly how your time at Hogwarts has gone.

Maybe your years here have been a roller coaster, both great and terrible, fun and stressful, easy and challenging, and any other combination of words. Mine certainly have been.

But, no matter what, I hope that these years will not be the best years of my life or your life -- because we have so many years ahead of us to do great things. It would be pretty unfortunate after all to peak at 18-years-old, yes?

I know it is easy, when you're in school for so many years, to get caught up in it all and forget that there's a big wide world out there to explore beyond these walls. Hogwarts is an adventure all on its own, but there are so many more adventures to experience in the future too. I look forward to finding them. I hope you do too, when the time comes.

To the professors, Heads of House, Headmaster and Headmistresses during my time here - thank you for all your time in teaching me. I appreciate all the knowledge you have given me, and I hope I don't let you down.

To my family and my friends - I love you all, and you know I'll always be in touch.

To the younger Slytherins, Hufflepuffs, Gryffindors, and Ravenclaws who are here now and to the ones to come - do not let anyone box you in because of your house. Be you, and everything else will fall into place.

And to my jaddi - I hope I'm making you proud.

Farewell, Hogwarts.

Rula M. Botros
Head Girl
Slytherin
Class of 2093

She set the quill down, satisfied. Her entry - and her time at Hogwarts - was now complete.

Torie sighed as he walked up to the book and picked up the quill. It had been a really long last seven years, both good and bad. He'd gained some and lost some, but no matter what it still meant he'd made it. He looked over at the students as he thought about what he wanted to say. No one but....Chris and Jay would see this for a few years as they hadn't signed it yet he noticed. His sisters both sat at the Hufflepuff table and were chatting with friends. He knew they'd be fine without he and Jay but it was still bittersweet to leave now that they were all at Hogwarts.

Finally he started to write:


Looking back at what he wrote he wrinkled his nose and felt it was way too sappy but well what else could he say? Sighing he just set the quill down and walked back to his seat.

If people didn't know that the memory book lived permanently on the second floor just along from the headmistress's office then they were seriously missing out. Oh there were a ton of interesting entries written by famous Quidditch players and wrockstars and big names in the media and politics and all sorts of others, but she'd read them before. Or skimmed. And they didn't matter when it came to her entry now. Another one that DID matter to her though, was that of next-door-neighbour and former-Professor Dakest. Char DID try to read over it again right then to absorb the advice or sentiment or whatever but HONESTLY the man went on didn't he? Too much. It was too much. She had read the entries of tons of her parents' friends before (and any mention of her mum, her dad, or her uncles), and the parents' of her own friends (because it was so weird thinking about how they were like their parents or not like their parents).

Truthfully Char had, in her seven years at Hogwarts, read through bits of it here and there (usually only for a little bit at a time because her attention span had only got a teeny tiny bit better than it had been when she'd first stepped on the Hogwarts Express), which meant she already knew the old entries that were particularly relevant to her. Most importantly her mother and her father.

She made the effort to read both of those again in full, knowing it would be the last time she'd get to do so unless she came back one day as a professor herself.

..... lol.

....... her mum's entry felt weird to read. Celandine Kettleburn, or Toussaint as she had been then, had soooo many accolades listed that Char had to wonder if her mum was disappointed that she herself hadn't done half as much as all that. She'd never been a prefect, while her mum had been prefect and head girl, as well as being the editor of the Yearbook (which honestly, that sounded like way too much work to Char and not something she'd ever been interested in but STILL, what if her mum was disappointed that Charlotte hadn't done all of THAT stuff?) Her mother had also been all OVER those yearbooks. Everyone had known who Celandine Toussaint was, and while Charlotte liked herself perfectly fine, she couldn't help but wonder about it all. Had she done enough? It was too late now of course, but it was horrible to think she might have let her family down like that, by not being...... enough.

She flipped back to her dad's entry (and took note of how very Ravenclaw it was. Painfully so, really). His entry had plenty of advice. And there were things in there that kind of spoke to Charlotte.

If you live too much in the future, you miss out on the present. Live in the now.

She could almost hear her dad saying that, actually (and kind of wished he'd tell her BFF Chloe Newman that too because honestly, Chloe needed to take a chill pill, NEWTs were over it was time to relax). But it was something that she herself took to extremes sometimes. Char fiddled with the snitch locket around her neck. Talk about living in the now.

And the message he'd written to her mother (and the subsequent graffiti her mother had left in response).

To Celandine. I leave you my heart. I know there is no one better to take care of it. ♥ I love you too ♥

..... gross tbh. Gross. But also.... Charlotte looked over to the tables, eyes searching out Henry and biting her lip. Maybe, just maybe, her parents would be more understanding of things than she was giving them credit for? All the same, she made her own little edit right next to the one in her own mother's handwriting.

Because honestly, when it was your parents, it was gross, even if it WAS romantic.

There was one thing that was important to Charlotte about her father though, about his entry in the yearbook, and about his time at Hogwarts in general. He'd loved her mother, former Head Girl. He'd not had any sort of badge himself. And while her mum hadn't gotten one until after her dad had graduated, to her it sort of reflected the fact that she herself never had been prefect or anything of that sort (and never particularly wanted to be, if she was honest) but had instead snagged the Head Boy. Kind of a parallel? Kind of. She snuck another look back towards where Henry was sitting, smiled to herself and looked back at the open book and the blank page now in front of her.

There was nothing else to do now except write her own entry. And for her it wasn't going to be a long one. She wasn't planning to write about the terrible things that happened, or even reminisce over the amazing stuff. Really it was just about leaving her name. Her mark.

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Dear Hogwarts,

I love you and I hate you. I'm ready to leave you but I'll never forget you. Thank you to everyone who taught me anything at all - even the super hard lessons (and I'm not even talking about classes!). Its weird to think that one day my own kids will read this and probably have a whole TON to say about what I did and didn't write down, but I think the fact that I will send my own kids here one day says it all, right? Because no matter what happened, this place is special and we all come out of here changed - and I think those changes are for the better. Stronger. Smarter. Sometimes more cautious, sometimes other stuff. I'm not super good with fancy words like some people who wrote stuff in here (here's looking at you Professor Dakest) but I don't think I need to be because I'm writing for me and not for people that came before, or even the ones that will come after. You're all amazing without me needing to tell you the reasons why!

Anyways, I think that's me done. I'm about to eat a WHOLE LOT OF FOOD at the last Hogwarts feast I'll ever go to and honestly that's the REAL sad bit about graduating. Don't take the feasts for granted!

Lots of Love to everyone from
Charlotte Hannah Kettleburn
aka Char, aka Sharky
Gryffindor class of 2094
Champion Dueler
Motorcyclist
My own person

HW+CK=♥

That was enough for her. Charlotte hadn't even taken up an entire page, but that was okay. She did consider writing something about Henry and their future together but just in case her own kids DID come here one day, she didn't really want to leave them a reason to graffiti on HER entry the way she had on her father's entry. Maybe Henry would be the one to write something their future kids could graffiti all over. Charlotte wasn't emotional at all really, it was excitement that carried her back to the feast. There was FAR too much to be happy and excited for to get bogged down in nostalgia and misery. Cheerfully she put the quill down and headed over to the Hufflepuff table. No tears from Charlotte Kettleburn, only smiles.

Kitty could not believe she was leaving Hogwarts. She knew this moment was coming. She'd been kind of depressed about it to varying degrees all year, but now it was finally here. Hogwarts had been her home for seven years. She'd seen friends come and go (and maintained communication with many of them through letters) and had been in life and death situations facing evil and accidents. She'd learned so much. And now it was coming to an end.

That morning she'd cried a lot when no one was looking. Now she was trying to hold back the tears as she made her way over to the pedestal. And yet, to those looking closely, the effort of trying to hold back tears was apparent.

The head girl slowly opened the book and found her mother Emily's entry. She wasn't going to read it because her mother had copied it and she'd read it before. But she wanted to see the original. And now, here it was. It felt so strange knowing her mother wrote this when she was 17. Kitty wondered if she'd ever have a daughter or son, and she imagined them bending over this book many years ago and looking at hers. The first tears came then.

Flipping forward, she found her friend Abby's entry. For the first time she read it: "To All Hogwarts students..." It was signed Abby Victoria Valentine. Kitty smiled as she remembered one time the potions teacher calling out Valentine and Kitty thinking he meant her. Good times.

Next she flipped towards Penelope's entry. Penelope was one of her first friends. From the moment she'd taken her out from under the table when Professor Flamsteed caused it to rain after their epic food fight, to the time where she'd taught them how turn invisible, to the time she'd said goodbye and given Kitty her living Rock. Kitty read her entry outloud, the whole thing: "When I first came to Hogwarts I never imagined myself becoming a prefect and head girl. I’ve grown so much these past seven years and I’ve learned so much more beyond what is said in the classrooms.

"You were awesome, Penny," Kitty said, now not even trying to fight back the tears. "And your pet is happy."

Next she read Hady's entry. Most of it she read in her mind, but the final sentence she vocalized. "Above all else...LAUGH!!! Laughter is the best medicine after all." Hady had been the one to unfreeze her and Haddie when Ursula Black had tried to eat them all. They'd been friends ever since, and Kitty was certain that the former Slytherin head girl wouldn't have held her negative opinions on Salathar against her. She loved Hady as much as she loved Penelope.

Next she came to another Slytherin's entry, this one who she had a much more complicated relationship with. Natalia. Kitty had already read her entry before, back when Natalia graduated. At the time she'd combed through it to see if the Slytherin was going to badmouth her. Thankfully she hadn't, and on the train back home Kitty and Natalia had made up and became friends. Now Kitty read her entry again, nodding when Natalia wrote WE ROCK. "Thank you Natalia, for making me stronger," the Ravenclaw head girl said, echoing the Slytherin head girl's sentiments.

Next was Rooney's and Esme's, two of her closest friends. Both their entries she'd read before multiple times, but she read them again, smiling as she remembered all the good times.

Last was Charlotte, who had just finished writing her entry. Kitty read it with interest, always happy to know about one of her classmates. "Dear Hogwarts...I love you and I hate you." An involuntary giggle escaped her lips upon reading that. It was sometimes accurate, no? She nodded seriously upon reading "Champion Dueler," remembering when she was beaten in a duel by her a few years ago.

And then it was her turn. Kitty took out her quill and began to write:

Hello future students and anyone else who may read this. When I first came to Hogwarts, I was a shy little girl who wasn't very good at magic and was scared of being bullied or humiliated. Today I am a confident spell-caster and I'm not afraid to state my beliefs, even if they are unpopular. I have my teachers and friends to thank for this. But I don't want to spend this message just talking about myself.

I would like to honor all my friends. Let me say some quick things about them. Some of them are graduated, but I'll address this to them anyway.

To Haddie. You are awesome and are the coolest prankster I have ever met. I firmly believe that you belong in Ravenclaw like the sorting hat said, but I would never change you and wish you to always be yourself.

To Esme and Rachel: Thank you for being friends to me early on when I was just a shy girl scared to talk to anyone. I'm sorry you couldn't bring your puppy to Hogwarts, Rachel, but maybe someday that rule will change. I look forward to being both of your friend forever after graduating.

To Ashley. Thank you for getting me to accept my middle name. When I came to Hogwarts I was embarrassed to have DuGray as my middle name, so I used Darkness instead. Thank you for showing me what a nice name it was. I love you always.

To Abby: Thank you for being so easy to talk to. I'm so proud of you for going on to become a Quidditch player after graduating, even though that sport scares me.

To Penelope. I have no words to tell you how much I love you and how grateful I am for everything you for us while you were head girl and beyond. You know from our letter correspondence how I've taken care of our pet and how happy he is. You're the best.

To Hady. You were an awesome head girl. I hope you would not have judged me too harshly if you had heard my speech against Salathar Slytherin. If you were offended, I am truly sorry and I want you to know I love Slytherins as much as I love everyone else. But you understand because you're my friend and you know that.

To Rooney. You are a very strange and unusual person, and I love that about you. Thank you for always believing in me and for entertaining us in class. I know the professors loved it too.

To Ace. Thank you for being a nice person to hang out with. I love your hair, did I ever tell you that? Congrats with Olivia, by the way. Hope we can still be good friends after graduating.

To Olivia. Thank you for always being there to give me personal advice. I took all of it. Congrats with Tenacius, by the way. Invite me to the wedding!

To Noelle. You've gone through some terrible things here at Hogwarts and I'm happy to see you made it out intact. Remember to always carry on and to be yourself.

To Elsa and Mason. You are some awesome Slytherin conspirators! I loved investigating the Book of Mysteria with you and getting in trouble brewing Polyjuice potion in the bathroom. I apologize for badmouthing Slytherin House. Maybe someday we'll go on even bigger adventures.

To Katherine of Ravenclaw. It wasn't fair what happened to you. I know that wherever you are, you are happy and I know that someday we'll meet again.

To Katy of Slytherin. I don't hate you. I'm not your friend, but I still wish the best for you. I wish we could have made up like I did with your friend Natalia.

To Natalia. We have a lot more in common than maybe we would have initially been calm with. But I'm glad we made up. You saved my life in the Upside Down and there is NO WAY I could hold a grudge on you for that. And you know what? You're my role model.

To the Grey Lady. You will always be here, unchanging and good and a mother to all us. You are my favorite ghost.

To the professors. Thank you Professor Antsley for being such a cool History of Magic teacher and for telling me what the Book of Mysteria was. If you hadn't helped, I would still be banging my head against the wall trying to figure it out. By the way, you were my first crush. Heh. Professor Flamsteed, you rock! I loved all your activities and I even have fond memories of when you made it rain in the Great Hall. Live long and prosper! Professor Hirsch. Thank you for being like a dad to all of us Ravenclaws. Thank you for having confidence in me and suggesting I be head girl. And I'm sorry that I never was very good at Dueling Club. I promise to practice on my own either at college or at home. Professor Stewart. Thank you for being like a second mother to me. Your subject is my favorite one, and whether you know it or not, it is my love of Muggle Studies that made me question the Statute of Secrecy. Thank you for being so nice to me. We will DEFINITELY keep in contact and I hope you are proud of me. Professor Marchand. Thank you for being like a third mother to me. I'm sorry for screaming in your class and making you have to put me in detention. Congrats on your marriage. We should definitely keep in contact. I hope you are proud of me. Professor Vance. * didn't like your subject at first, but I always thought you were a good teacher. You've partly opened my mind and I'm thankful to know you. Professor Ursula Black. You are a TERRIBLE teacher and I am glad you are in prison. Humans are not edible, you should know that. You give Hags a bad name! Professor Myers. You're very funny and cool. My favorite lessons were the ones where you and Rooney would go along with each other doing weird things that many others teachers wouldn't have done. Please never stop being weird. Headmistress Hawthorne. Thank you for believing in me. Hogwarts may always be in danger someway or another, but you're you're the most formidable teacher I know, so I know Hogwarts is in good hands.

I'm sorry for those I've left out. Believe me, I haven't forgotten, but I'm not allowed to stand here forever. I have to go now. I may be leaving Hogwarts, but in my heart and memories I will always carry it around. We are a family and family is forever."

Had the jolly foreign freak not pushed Dora she certainly would not have found herself here. Ever. She had thought she was ready to leave Hogwarts behind with no qualms... but then he had happened. Which was led the blonde to this very moment... and tears threatening to fall before she even perused the pages.

Curiosity was a hell of a thing, though...

Flipping wayyy back Dora sucked in a breath as her eyes fell on her own mother's post... but flipping back more she saw uncle Jimmy and Aunt Neptune
..and Sabel. Her family. They were all here. It made her feel better about what she was about to write than even seeing Spike, Addy, Treyen, Orlando, and everyone else there in print. It was overwhelming.

BUT AUNTIE KURUMI THO...

But whatever.

When her eyes came across Mikey's entry her heart fluttered. Whatever people thought, that was serious business.

Raising her quill she wrote a few simple words:

Henry took his time going up to write in the memory book for a couple reasons. He definitely wanted to write something in it before he left, but he wasn't completely sure what he wanted to say. He wasn't sure he had any exceptionally sage advice or words of wisdom to leave or that he wanted to mention people specifically. He'd probably be there all day if he did, filling up several pages and missing the food. There were so many people that left an impression on him. And also, he didn't want to crowd those that were taking their turn. He could wait for his when there was no one else up there.

He had caught Charlotte's eye a few times when she was writing her entry which left him curious about what she had written. Henry had come across the memory book before during his years at Hogwarts, not that he regularly read through it or anything. But he had skimmed through several entries in the past, most notably his parents and his sister, among others. So he didn't feel the need to revisit them again, instead he turned back a few pages to read Char's.

He smiled to himself reading it, then glanced over at her and gave her a little smile. Short and sweet, and to the point. And he could agree. Henry wasn't so sure he wanted to write about any of the bad stuff that happened to him personally, though he partly knew that his experiences helped to shape him into who he was and who he would become. Maybe. But he still wasn't completely sure what he'd write. Maybe he'd just start and see where his words led him. He glanced over at Kitty's entry next, but didn't really read it. No offense to her, it was just really long, and he hadn't seen his name when he skimmed over. He stopped at Dora's and chuckled to himself as he read over her brief message. And then the next page was blank, so that would be for him to leave his final mark on Hogwarts. He thought for a moment, then began to write.

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For better or for worse, Hogwarts has been my home away from home for the past seven years of my life. And because of that, it has had a profound impact on me, the person I am, and the person I have yet to become. Every person I have had the pleasure to meet here has had some influence on me - some more meaningful than others - and every experience, good and bad (and there have been plenty of both), has helped to prepare me for life outside these four walls. And isn't that what life is supposed to be? Full of good and bad experiences and unique people that help shape you along the way? It seems that way to me anyway and I can definitely say that Hogwarts has prepared me for anything that comes my way. I've had some of my best moments as well as some of my worst here, but I wouldn't change a moment of my time here for anything. I might miss you a little bit, Hogwarts, but I'm really excited to see what comes next. It only gets bigger and better from here, I'm sure of it, and I can't wait to start the next chapter of my life. And as your departing Head Boy, I suppose it's only right of me to impart some leaving words: Be kind. It doesn't cost you anything and sometimes it might make all the difference.

Henry Whittebrook
Class of 2094
Head Boy
Hufflepuff Prefect
Quidditch Chaser
Gobstones Club Member
Most likely to become Minister for Magic, 2092
Mr Hogwarts, 2091
​Most likely to invent or discover something, 2091
HW+CK=♥

He wrote a few things under his signature, though some of them he wasn't sure were as important. But they were what his peers thought of him at the time, so maybe they were important to him. And some he had no question about. He paused and added the last bit, reminiscent of what he had left it various other places, then smiled to himself as he read his entry over again. He flipped back a few pages and included its match, slightly smaller and in the margin. It wasn't part of her entry, but he left it for her even if she wouldn't go back to see it. Setting the quill down, he left the memory book to resume his seat at the Hufflepuff table with Char to spend their final feast together, and to say goodbye for now to some of his housemates. Plus,
it was almost time to eat, right?

Well this was it. Shay felt like she had just gotten to Hogwarts and now it was time to leave. She was full of mixed emotions. On one hand, she was kind of excited about starting the next chapter of her life. On the other hand, she was reluctant to leave the place that she now thought of as her home away from home. She knew about the memory book, of course. Shay had heard talk of the annual tradition. As a seventh year, it was now her turn to add her thoughts to the many others that come before her. The problem was, she had no idea what to write. Hoping that she would get some sudden inspiration, Shay stepped up to the book and took out her quill. After a moment of thought, she began to write.



With that, Shay put her quill away and and mentally crossed ‘Memory Book’ off of her Final Feast to do list. She had completed that task with her emotions in check, sort of. Now if she could just make it through the rest of the evening tear-free, she could call the day a success.

Oliver wasn't sure how he felt about this part. For one, he had never been the best with words so he wasn't sure exactly what he was supposed to write. Be nostalgic? Give advice? He wasn't the best at that. The second problem was that he was already feeling pretty emotional, and this was not going to help. But he had to do it. He'd been sort of thinking about what he was going to write but he was going to wing it for the most part. Before he started, he read through what his classmates had written. Most of them were fairly short. It made him wonder if he had to keep his own that brief. But ultimately this was his entry to write how he wanted.

The memory book.

Noelle made her way up to it after seeing Olly leave it. She looked through it and smiled at many things that were written inside it. A lot was very, very true. She couldn’t help but grin at Dora’s insert. That girl was full of fire and it was a good thing. She wiped a tear at Shay’s entry and then Ollys. She was still smiling though. It was bittersweet to read these. She was nervous about the future mostly because so many things would change, but she was excited for it as well.

Breathing deep, she took a quill and bit her lip trying to think of what to write. There was a lot to say, and then there wasn’t.



Noelle looked at what she’d written. She wiped another tear, a big grin on her face before putting the quill down. She took a look over at what the others had written and smiled. Then she walked away from the book and over to Olly to hug him tight.

Goodbye Hogwarts.

So this was the infamous memory book that everyone had mentioned about, huh? Before she started writing an entry, the Gryffindor took a moment to read the previous pages. First, she wrote the entry from no other than her older sister. Zhenya was always being a sweetheart with full of wise words. Too bad that she had graduated when Ava and Teddy started their first year. Although she couldn’t imagine what would happen if her sister was still here when she was a firstie. She continued reading the entry from class of 2088 crew. She couldn't help but smiled when reading Adi’s entry. Prankster Burton… Merlin, it had been a quite long time since she threw a prank. Then moving on to Benny, Zander… Oh, goodness. Remembered when she had a mild crush with that former Head Boy? Ava blushed so hard and giggled every time she remembered that time. Her eyes moved into Ethan’s… Make Hogwarts proud, that was he wrote beside her and Teddy’s name. Then there was Sophie Brown, the former head girl whom she adored so much.

Continuing to the next page, she read the writing from the flower boy a.k.a Yoongi Hyland. Ava couldn't help but laughed when that former head boy mentioned about using moisturizing cream. Merlin, she wondered if he's still into his looks. Then there was Candice Messer’s writing. So short and to the point, just like her personality. Her smile grew as she read what Henric wrote. It was very…. Inspirational. She skipped some pages until she read the first entry from her classmate.

First, there was Charlotte Kettleburn who was also her fellow Gryffindor. Her words made her smile grew wider, yeah she also had a love-hate relationship with this castle. Then there was Kitty Valentine, the one who always caused heated discussion at History of Magic and probably the only one who's proud enough to admit that she was half-muggle. Moving on to the next entry, she read Dora’s entry and well… Ava didn't really have any comment about that. Next page, there's Henry with his wise words (maybe it's like a mandatory thing that graduating Head Boys had to leave some wisdom, right?) And then Shay, the sweetheart person who just moved and joined them. Awwwww, did she mean she's back to the States? She's going to miss her American sister and promised to frequently owl her (and perhaps visit her in America one day, will see.) Flipping to the next page, she found Olly’s writing… And speaking of him, maybe it's time to commit her crimes? Ava had been thinking to do that but the little prankster who lived inside her said different things.

And the last writing she found was from Noelle. Ava took a moment to read her best friend’s entry thoroughly and there was a small tear came out from her eyes. She left a short writing on her entry just wanted to say how meaningful she was to her. Okay... now it's her turn to write those things.

SPOILER!!: entry

Dear Hogwarts,

Seven years have gone so fast. I still remembered my first day being in this place, sorted to Gryffindor and being welcomed by the fellow lions and lioness. Hogwarts has become my second home since then where I found my second family, friends, older students who later became my new brothers, a classmate who ended up being my lover and a best friend that who's always stand by my side. This place too, had trained me to be a better witch and prepared me for real world. Gosh, this sounds so cheesy but to be honest I suck at writing.

To all the professors: thank you for your patience for the last seven years. Special mentions to Gryffindor's former head of house, Professor Flamsteed and Newton even though they probably won't see this but I'd love to acknowledge both of them.

To Professor Gaston Marchand, the current Head of House: Thank you for the last two years leading the Gryffindors and sorry for making you as my elixir of euphoria test subject.

To Professor Roderik Hirsch: You are the best teacher, mentor, and career adviser. Thank you for believing in me even though when I don't believe in myself. Perhaps in the future you're going to see me as a capable auror.

To Headmistress Hawthorne: I'll be honest, Ancient Runes has become more enjoyable and understandable since you taught this subject. Thank you for your excellent teaching method.

To Phillip Romalotti: I never expected to be in love with you. We have been through a long hard journey and so many ups and downs in our relationship. I'm looking forward for the future together with you ❤ to me, you are PERFECT.

To Noelle Summers: Merlin, I don't even know how to start... You're the best friend/dormmate/wifey ever that sometimes I feel like I don't deserve you. I just hope that our friendship will be eternal till death do us part because I can't imagine what would I be without your presence. And I hope Noah would be able to make your life happier than ever.

To Shay Morrison: I wish you good luck in future endeavours. I'm so lucky to have met you in person and know how adorable and sweet you are.

To Teddy Burton: How could I not acknowledge you? We have been together since we share a womb. Even though you're our mother's favorite and sometimes you're too busy with books and nerd stuffs, I love you brother.

To Oliver Thomas-Borzekowski: First, I did sign your name to blind-date thing and on our first year, I was the one who put biting teacup on Slytherin house table and saw you and the other girl became a victim. I am so sorry for that.

To my fellow Gryffindors: Thank you for being my second family for the last seven years.

To the younger students: Tenacius, Olivia Holden, Mel, Skylar, Vivi, Emmeline, Stasya: Good luck for the future!

And for the others: Just because I don't specifically mention/acknowledge you all, it doesn't mean you mean less to me. I love you all but I just don't know how to mention each of you in this very limiting page.

I'll see you on top,

Gryffindor Class of 2094,
DADA's Black Belt Dueler,
Renowned Runologist,
Dueling Club member,
Gryffindor Gobstones club member,
Most likely to break out Azkaban 2088,
Most Promising Firstie 2088,
Most likely to skip class and sneak off to the Kitchen instead 2088,
Most likely to turn the headmaster's office into a swimming pool 2089,
The Lioness Burton
Aspiring Auror.

And done.

Let's get back to the feast and enjoyed her very last day in Hogwarts. Perhaps no more tears would fall out.

Melbourne ran a hand over her skirt as she stood there, waiting to come up with what to write. There were so many people that she wanted to thank and commemorate in her memory book entry…but it was hard, if she said everyone it would take an entire term. There were things she wanted to say to former graduates…like Ilia and Zeke, they’d made her feel more comfortable with being herself.

being herself…that was the best part of Hogwarts it let people do that…and that, that was what. She was going to try and write about…that, and advice on how not to die.

Taking her quill she wrote down what she needed to before stepping back to look over her entry.

SPOILER!!: Mel's Entry

Live Your Truth,

Hogwarts has been my home for these past seven years. It has taught me how to be bold and love people with all of my heart. Without Hogwarts and the people that I have met in my journey - I would not be the woman you see…well, read today. For those of you that are reading this without knowing me, I want to impart you some of the wisdom this school has taught me.

First – don’t be afraid to ask for help. Hogwarts can be a daunting place - Yes, I know everyone even my own flesh and blood have written in this book about how wonderful this school is…but trust me, they’re mental. Yes, I love the people that I have met at this school, but this isn’t my home. The people that I choose to surround myself with are what home is to me. The school can be deadly.

Second – look at everything with caution. I would say trust me…but that may become a little overused by the end of this entry. Simply ask the ghosts about the actual Hag that was a Professor here…really, be careful sometimes the school hires deadly creatures as staff members.

Third – don’t let the pressure get to you, yes everyone may be doing it but you don’t have to. Just be yourself and maybe you’ll make some truly wonderful friends that you’ll want to travel the world with.

To my year mates and friends – we did it. We’re graduating, I’m so happy for all of you and I wish you all the best. To the professors and staff both here and those that left before I made it here, to my seventh year – thank you, thank you for everything that you have done for me and for putting up with all of my antics. To the hag – thanks for not eating me. To that portal monster thanks for not eating any of my friends…to the portal – thanks y’know for closing?

To Kirk, thank you for everything. I’m so glad that we met when we did that summer, you’re my favorite Jarvey co-parent ever. I know I didn't say it yesterday when you told me, I was too shocked...but yeah thank you and I really do love you more than you know.

To Professors Hirsch & Vance...I don't have ever told either of you this but you were both my favorite professors these past few years. Professor Noble, honestly you were right up t here as well. Thank you for all that you have taught me.

Gryffindor Class of 2095
Still, and always a Johanson
The last Johanson
Hadley's Cousin & Wingwoman
Proud Co-Parent of Darcy the Jarvey with Captain Kirk
Apparently most likely to get killed inspecting suspicious noises 2094

Leaning back down she added a little melon doodle by her signature. There, she would forever be remembered as Melon.

It was like one of those social conventions to sign the book, in spite of the fact that it was maudlin and predictable. Katherine Toussaint didn't feel maudlin and she hated to be predictable, but she wanted Annaliese to see her signature in this dumb book someday... she wanted Chloe to trace her name, the way she was tracing Charlotte and Dima's.

So fine. She'd leave a message.

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Dear Hogwarts,

Here's a truth I very much expect you to remember: either everyone is special or no one is. So just chill with your self loathing, if that's your deal, and for those who think they're the Hogwarts golden child, center of the universe ... gross. Get a grip. You're all flipping glorious unicorns and I'm proud of you for making it this far. But the person next to you? She's a unicorn too, so please treat her like one.

Now that I've dropped knowledge on you, let me clarify one more thing. I'm not going to miss this place. I'll miss my friends, I'll miss the glorious refilling potions cupboard, and I'll miss the puddings, but I have big plans that I can't accomplish in Wizarding high school. So this glorious unicorn is moving on to greener pastures, and she wishes the same for each of you.

To the Toussaints yet to come, be happy, be safe, and remember that blood is always thicker than water... but the actual saying is that the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb. We choose our family, we choose who we are loyal to and who we protect... but I always choose you. If you need me, I'm an owl away.

Hiss hiss baby,
Katherine Marielle Toussaint
Slytherin, class of 2095
Potions Mistress, IWC
Inventor, queen, glorious unicorn

Hmmm writing in this thing was stranger than he thought it would be.. SO many signatures in here from his family. It was strange to think that other people would be really this..

But he'd have to write something down.

Ugh. Scarlett didn't want to have to write in the memory book, quite honestly. She knew if she didn't, however, she would wholeheartedly regret it. Too bad this thing hadn't been around when her parents had been at school. It would have been kind of cool to read what they had written...

After much pondering, she had an idea of what she was going to write and decided to just wing it.

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To anyone reading this,

As I try and reflect on my life here at Hogwarts, I realize that a lot of the time, I kept my head down and did my own thing - which was exactly how I liked it. At the end of the day, Hogwarts is what you make it. If you want to get involved, do it! Seven years will fly by before you realize it. If you just want to keep your nose down and worry about your studies, then do it, no one will judge you for it. Cherish the friendships you make and try not to stress out too much about what the future holds.

It's true that some crazy things happen here, and sometimes it might seem overwhelming. Lean on others when you need it, and have faith in the staff and your fellow students. Some day, you'll look upon all of this fondly, and wish it hadn't gone by so quickly.

Much love,

Scarlett Reynolds
Class of 2095

Vi approached the memory book and paused before she picked up the quill. Her blue eyes glanced over the words and notes that some of her other friends had left. Wow. She was really here. This was really happening, wasn’t it? She took a deep breath and then picked up the quill.



And with that, Vi signed her name.

After making the rounds, and sharing many tearful hugs with friends, Olivia had finally started trekking towards the memory book podium. This.... she had been putting off. No tears had fallen yet, but...she understood this was the final task. Her final act as a student of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It almost seemed like too much. Too much, too fast. Was she ready to say goodbye?

As it putting off the inevitable, the blonde started flipping through the thick book. Without really seeing the writing, she idly touched the pages, reveling in the feel of old ink on parchment. After a few beats, she focused in on the actual words, unknowingly tracing the space where her mother had signed her own name all those years ago. There were too many different emotions, that Olivia wasn't entirely sure how to feel. If that made any sense at all. With a sigh, she carefully turned to the next page, knowing she'd find her father's writing there. This was why she'd really returned to Hogwarts. If anyone had cared to ask.

To finish in the same place her parents had. To make them proud, and to write in this book. It'd been the whole point. To leave a message for future generations, for her children that would one day attend school there. So that they might have a similar heartfelt experience full of pride and love.

With a distinctive sigh, Olivia turned to the first clean page. After dipping the quill, she quietly began writing.

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Dear Hogwarts,

I'm terrible with "goodbyes", so I'll keep this brief. Thank you for everything you taught me. About life, love, people, and myself. I'm stubborn and purposely difficult a lot of the time, so the lessons were always ones that needed to be retaught... but I eventually learned. I'll always remember "constant vigilance," thanks to Professor Hirsch, and complete acceptance of my creativity thanks to Professor Myers; as I am released out into the world. As a whole, however, you imparted many pearls of wisdom over the years, and I feel so lucky to have gotten the chance to come to school here. So, again, thank you.

To those who will follow, enjoy it while it lasts. There's so much to learn within these drafty stone walls, so don't take a moment of it for granted. Even the scary, life-threatening instances (which are a staple of attending this school), will teach you about yourselves. I promise. So, don't run.

With sincerest regard,

Olivia Lynn Phillips
Yearbook Scribe and Paparazzi, 2088-2095
Gryffindor Chaser and Top Point Earner
Scarecrow, in the wonderful world of Oz
Foreign Exchange Student, 2093-2094
Hogwarts Barbie
Class of 2095.

There.

It wasn't until something dripped from her face to land on the space she'd just signed, that Olivia even realized she'd been crying. Not surprising, but....awkward.

Pulling the compact from her robe pocket, the blonde did a quick check of her makeup and hair. She would NOT allow tears to mar her final moments at school. She didn't even want to hear that noise. So, after some wiping and an approving hum, she replaced the compact and carefully made her way back to her table.

The memory book. Blue-green eyes sparkled with curiosity, unable to help himself browsing through the entries that went before him-- that secret smile he had for Vi upon reading her entry, the suspicious smirk he had when reading Mel's, a quiet chuckle as he spotted his name in the entries of friends who left before him-- Ava, Noelle, Natalie, and Kitty's got a big laugh at the end.

And then, against his better judgement perhaps, Tenacius flipped pages upon pages back into the book until he found his father's entry. It felt strange, initially, reading the words scrawled in familiar penmanship, like hearing from a stranger but feeling an odd kinship to. Names and events familiar from years of stories jumped out of the page, and the Curly Top drifted to the part of his father's dedication to his mother..... A tear drop fell that he didnt even realize was leaking out of him, and he hastily flipped the heavy pages back to where he was supposed to be leaving his own mark.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, putting himself back to the here and now, soaking in the cheerful chatter and lively laughter of his schoolmates and faculty. And he opened his eyes to gaze upon the school seal that filled his heart with such pride, he was ready....

SPOILER!!:

To the Honorable Hooligans and the Happiest Hellraisers that are my fellow Hogwartians:

That greeting above is everything I could say about my time here in Hogwarts. And its not just because I ran out of words that starts with the letter H.Ok so maybe I did shh But indeed I was happy, I was a hooligan, I went through hell and back, and had the honor to serve and study with esteemed professors and peers.

Seven years is a long time, and if you're just starting out that would seem like forever before your last day in these hallowed halls would come. Thats what I thought too as I sat on that stool waiting to get sorted, soaking wet and shivering with excitement rather than the cold (by the way if you havent toppled your boat on your way to/from the castle, you havent lived. You got two chances: First year and Seventh year. Make it count.). But before you know it, you will be where I am standing today, scribbling on a book and looking over to that first ever stool you sat on, memories rolling in your head like a new years eve playlist.

Wisdom comes with age, and I wouldn’t dare try to impart something I'm underqualified for-- at least not for another 20 years. But thankfully wiser men and women have come before me and have been immortalized in a kind of magic not often seen around these parts-- Movie Magic-- having the ability to be seen and remembered forever without the stress of splitting your soul and looking like a collapsed soufflé if things go sideways:

Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.

It is not our abilities that show what we truly are. It is our choices.

Our lives are defined by opportunities, even the ones we miss.

So don't dream it, BE IT. Carpe Diem! Seize the Day to Infinity and Beyond, because Where we're going we dont need roads!

Be Excellent to each other, Just keep swimming and May the Force be with you. Always.

Yippiekiyay hasta la vista baby!

Tenacius Astor Salander
The Gryffindor Ace
Gryffindor Prefect 2091-2095
Hogwarts Head Boy 2094-2095
Curly Top Cruiser
Moves Like a Jagger
Future Wizarding Master Chef
Eternal Explorer of the Great Unknown

....Aaaaaand Curly takes a bow. Exit stage left.

It had been a good ride, but Callum Kettleburn knew there was more to life than their little mini-world inside Hogwarts, and he was ready to live it.

He had given Jael Greenwell a piggy back ride over to the memory book so they could both sift through its pages together and leave their little nuggets of wisdom. Even though he had read through the book during his first year, he hadn't touched it since, so it was like he was looking at it through new eyes. Naturally, it was especially important to him to read both his parents' and sister's entries, but he was truthfully just as intrigued to see the entries of everyone and anyone important to Jae.

When he saw the entry of the first of his parents to graduate, his dad, he actually laughed. His father was awfully sentimental and sappy, and it actually surprised him a little. Callum expected that if his father had to write in the book today, he would be much less wordy, but that made THIS exact moment, the one where Callum and Jae were standing there reading the book, all the more staggering. This was the writing of his father at Callum's age, right here, just as he stands here now. The realization sent a visible chill up his spine and he held onto Jae just a little tighter for support as he added his own little note to continue their family's tradition: Hey, good to know Dad was always this embarrassing! -Callum '95

Fitting.

Reading over his mum's entry where she listed all her accolades made him laugh again. Both of his parents' sentiments had been incredibly cheesy and full of heart - and also incredibly extensive. Merlin. No wonder they had been Ravenclaws. It was like they were both writing one final essay for this place, and willingly at that. That... was not in his plans, and he almost felt silly for it. Should he have come with more prepared?

When they got to his sister's entry, Callum's massive smile returned. He'd spent his first couple years at Hogwarts facing a perplexing ordeal: he wanted to stay close to Char, but he did not want to exclusively be known as "Char's brother." He wanted to be Callum, he wanted his own identity, he didn't want to be the grandchild of a former Minister for Magic after whom he was named - as much as he was proud of all of that family history, he just wanted to be seen as himself. Char had remained his best friend after all those weird years of trying to figure out where he fit into the Hogwarts scene, and he was all the better for the years he got to spend here with her. It was nice to see her words acknowledging that she was a better person because of her time here, too, and before he could stop himself, he was adding an extra line onto her entry: Callum's favorite big sister -Callum '95

He let Jae go first to write her entry - fully intending to add his own graffiti to it, which he did (a cheeky "I agree. -Callum '95"), before starting his own.

Text Cut: Callum's entry

Former Ravenclaw Head Girl Celandine Toussaint is my mum. Former Ravenclaw Prince Charming Copernicus Kettleburn is my dad. Former Gryffindor Champion Dueler Charlotte Kettleburn is my big sister.

Hi. I'm Callum Kettleburn, and I'm not extraordinary like the rest of my family. I'm just me. And that's okay. It took me a little while, but I realized it has always been okay.

It doesn't matter how many sports, clubs, or groups you're apart of during your time here. It doesn't matter if you're Prefect or Quidditch Captain or anything else where they might give you a badge that becomes worthless the moment you step out into the real world. What really matters is the people with whom you surround yourself, and my people have been the best people. I'd be nothing without them, and they have made me better every single day. I'll never be able to thank them enough.

Keep your chin up, Chlo. You shine more brightly than a gamma-ray burst.

Callum Kettleburn
Proudly "Char's brother"
Alchemy Club
Beater, Gryffindor Quidditch
Cellist, Hogwarts Orchestra
Health & Wellness Club
Latin Club
Quiz Bowl

(Hey, I said these things weren't important in the grand scheme of things, not that they're not important to me. Just do what makes you happy and don't worry about anyone else's expectations of you.)

Taking Jae's hand in his with a smile, they returned to the feast, ready to take on the world.

Cass knew about the memory book…knew about the tradition of signing it as a graduating seventh years. It was a right of passage and one more nail in her Hogwarts career. She exhaled a breathe she hadn’t knew she was holding as she approached the book during a free moment during the feast. The fresh entries in previous pages showed she wasn’t the first of the class of 2095 and might not be the last this evening. The Ravenclaw briefly read through them for both inspiration and delay until she took the offered quill in hand to write.

Quote:

Always be yourself and don’t be afraid to stand out.

Words to live by, especially if, like me, you follow into the same school your parents graduated from and have siblings there with you. You might feel like being in someone’s shadow which can be a stressful thing. But it doesn’t have to be that way. You chose YOUR path and do what YOU can do. Don’t let others judge you by what came before.

And don’t be afraid to challenge yourself. Just because you’ve never done something before, like quidditch, doesn’t mean you can never do it. Learning new things is part of the point of your years at Hogwarts and life in general. (And that’s not just because I’m a Ravenclaw)

And finally, remember your house is your family. They can be your biggest support and ever-present source of…anything. Head of House included. So if you ever feel alone…there is at least one someone there to prove you’re not.

I’ll miss all my friends and housemates who came before and follow after. And thank all my professors, especially Hirsch and Marchand, for being all I could hope for.

Sincerely,
Cassandra “Cassie” McNally
Ravenclaw Chaser
Class of 2095

She sniffled as she set the quill back in its home, struggling to keep the emotions at bay. Then with a finally look and a sigh, Cass turned with a flutter of robes and hurried back to the feast. This was going to be a long night.