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Cassirin · 11-28-2005, 06:56 PM

If you are a graduating student, the time has finally come for you to approach the pedestal against the far wall and sign off like all those before you. The Memory Book is where you can leave behind an account of your favourite memories of Hogwarts and advice for future students to read. Should there be any lingering thoughts about the school, now would be time to let them go before you join the adult world beyond.

This is likely the first time you have ever gotten this close to the pedestal. You notice that the book those you saw writing in it all these years has been bound in brass and brown leather. Although the book is old, it surprisingly has been kept under great care as only the beginning pages are starting to turn yellow. Feel free to flip through the pages, read up on what your already-graduated friends and even your parents had to say. Whenever you are ready, simply pick up the self-inking quill set beside the book and pour your heart and soul onto the first crisp blank page you see.

GrapehSarah · 08-04-2014, 11:34 PM

Adelaide still wasn’t sure she wanted to do this. Sure she’d had some great times here, but she also didn’t want to end up crying at a podium in front of the entire school. It wouldn’t matter if it was good crying or bad crying. Crying was not an option. That's why she was trying to get it out of the way. The longer she waited, the more tears there were bound to be.

She looked over previous students words, smiling slightly at the few she recognized from her three short terms here. She gave a giant grin to what Derry wrote. Her ginger twin was definitely getting a giant hug when she sat back down. Taking a deep breath, she started to write.

SPOILER!!: entry

There. She was done. And only two tears had managed to escape. Go Adams. She hurried off, not wanting to dwell on what she’d wrote. Then tears would really come.

oh its Erik ok · 08-05-2014, 12:32 AM

Yeah....it was finally time to do this. Nigel might as well get this over with before he even sits down at the claw table. It would be better for him mentally and to get get this over with as quick as possible. Though it was pretty emotional looking through all the people he knew who graduated and seeing their entries. Makes you realize that Quidditch was really a good way of making friends. Aside from looking at Claw Quidditch enties and everyone he knew who has already graduated, he was getting way to much nostalgia from this. Getting his hair ruffler so much by the Tag Team Hair Rufflers that he magically gets an Afro, having pickle cereal. Starfish Song. He would never forget First in Fun.

And Nigel totally should have rocked the Fro for this feast. Would have been hilarious and something fun to do besides the talking and eating. Or maybe a braid. Something. Hair Legacy. Now that was an awesome thing to continue and he and Mo had tried their best to live up to it.

Time to get started on writing in this thing.

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You know, i did not really know what to write down in this thing. I am not the type of person to write to indiviual people and all that. Too much writing. I am also not the biggest talker or the best at telling people advise. You would think so, seeing as i'm a Prefect and all. But nope. Now a sarcastic comment, I can give you a ton of those and more. Or tips on how to keep your hair looking awesome and horrible puns. Those thing, i can do for you.

Like....I couldn’t figure out how to fasten my seat-belt. Then it clicked.

Horrible Puns aside, why not have some Words of Wisdom for Prefect Starfish. One thing that makes Hogwarts awesome is the friends you make along the way and the relationships you make with the Staff. Whether it being in a relationship with someone you like, in a band with your friends, Suiting up with your Bro and dancing in the middle of a crowded street, Making a Slip N' Slide in the middle of the Common Room, Trashing Zonko's and having a Professor bail me and a friend out, or just having a fun time sharing horrible puns with the Astronomy Professor. It all makes for fun and awesome times. And that is what being a kid should be about. Relaxing and having fun while you still can.

Relax, Chill, Starfish, and Be Awesome

And remember to condition your hair twice a day and Pickle Cereal is Awesome.

Nigel Barrington
Ravenclaw Prefect 2082-84
Starfish
The Guy With The Hair
Dead Kneazle
Blues Bro
Class of 2084

Finally done with this. His hand felt like it was going to die. He should only have to write that much on his NEWTS and OWLS. Even on homework he would not write that much in one sitting. Anywhere else it should be a crime.

Seriously....Time to head to the Claw Table for his last feast.

Team ronmione · 08-05-2014, 12:48 AM

Alright. It was here. Tag's final moments at Hogwarts. There he stood, in front of the memory book, and, letting out a sigh he opened it up and read through the entries. Or rather, entries from people he knew or had briefly mentioned him. Throughout the year he'd tried to think of what to say, how to formulate the words, but, now that he was here, with the quill in his hand, he didn't know how to write it down. So, he needed to get an idea. See what felt right and best for him, how he would express himself to other Hogwarts students and staff, possibly. After a few moments of staring at the wall, trying to figure out what to do, he finally put the quill inside the ink.

SPOILER!!: Entry

There. That was it. It was a lot, he knew. But that's what he wanted to say. Tag hoped that his final thoughts at the end, that someone would take his words into account and make something out of it. And if they didn't, well, there were people in there that he knew needed mentions.

The blonde put down his quill, let out a little sigh, and left the pedestal, making his way back to his table.

Shanners · 08-05-2014, 01:09 AM

If you'd asked her three months ago whether she was going to take the time to write in this bound pile of emotion-filled pages, she would have most definitely said no. But here she was. She'd stopped only at three entries; Tam's, Kurumi's and Coul's. She had rolled her eyes as she read through her Godmothers entry full of unnecessary words and evidence of tears in the smudged ink. What an idiot. She had smiled as she remembered her fond memories and short time with Lady Kurumi, reiterating to herself that she was to visit her as soon as. But with Coul's, she found herself on the tipping point of crying. She had only wanted to see if he had said one nice thing about her and she recalled that this had been written in another of their rough patches. She gazed over it once more and took on board some of his words.

'And if you make a mistake? Fix it and get over it. It's not the end of the world. It could be, if you don't do anything about it, so do something.'

How he could have wrote something then that would help her now was beyond her and she traced her fingers over his handwriting with a sigh. He was too good for her, too good for this world, but she was going to keep him close until he realised her true worth and sacked her off. It was strange, and she wouldn't admit it to anyone , but touching something that he had touched – even a year ago – made her feel slightly saner and stable for once. She hadn't noticed the folded piece of paper yet, for she had moved it out of the way as soon as she saw his name. However as she went to turn the page, she gave it the time of day, opening it carefully and knowing instantly what it was. She'd blamed her nephew for the page being missing. Not her then-boyfriend. She hadn't even thought it would be Coulson. But here it was; a colouring with the intention of looking like their dogs. If anyone thought Elodie would leave it there until someone else collected it, they had another thing coming. She was keeping it. And so she could be true to his advice, she copied his words from before onto the back of it and then pocketed it with the intention of copying them properly onto the front and framing it when she wasn't breaking her own heart by standing here more.

He'd said she had made him a better person.

Little did he know, it was the other way around.

Elodie traced his name with her finger, and skipped every page after until the first empty one. This one was hers. Her page. This was the page she was supposed to give advice or whatever on. But all she had to say was goodbye. And she wasn't going to be the person that wrote one word when her... when Coul, who was so unfortunate with words, had managed a better entry than she could ever make.

Taking the quill a little steadier in her hand, Elodie looked over her shoulder and took in the students she was properly familiar with, the tables she had eaten at for years, and the one person in this castle that could still break her heart and mend it in the same look. Her best friend.

SPOILER!!: You know you want to

There's nothing like a best friend.Everyone deserves love, and everyone deserves a best friend. If I hope for anything for people here, it is that. A best friend, and a true love. Some people find that it is the same person, and in a sense it has been for me. What I also wish for you all is that you realise that you can have those things and you'll never top mine. No love nor money will outweigh how mighty I feel when I look at Caterina Moretti. I find it hard to put into words how I feel about her, and I don't need to. She knows and I'll tell her all the time from now until forever.

Your Caterina (not mine) will make you feel like the most important person in the world each time she speaks to you. She will be the only person you can rely on to stand by your side when the entire world is against you. (Another point is that even if the entire world is against you, put on your adult boots and don't let them force you into silence.) She will give you opportunities that you never even dreamed of for yourself, and go out of her way to fix the things that you mess up. Her hugs will be healing without any real medicinal purpose, and her smiles will be infectious. Your Caterina will introduce you to your Sophie Brown, who will make sure you know how good you are for the people in your life. She'll give the best hugs, and even pay people to give you hugs when you're in the worst of places and bring you your favourite foods even when you cannot do much more than push it around a plate.

The time you spend in this castle is only a fraction of that you will spend out of it, and the people you meet, like and hate will not even cover the half of those you encounter in the future. Don't worry what people think. Don't care what they think. You do you, and they'll do stupidity. Thank you for reminding me of this on my bad days. And if you make a mistake? Fix it and get over it. It's not the end of the world. It could be, if you don't do anything about it, so do something.

Thank you, Professors, for being the parents I wish mine had had the chance to be.

I hope you all find your Caterina, your Sophie and yourself.

- Elodie Rae Robertser
Hufflepuff Prefect 2083-84
Hogwarts Class of 2084
Pipsqueak to him
Burns to her
Theirs.

And that was that. Elodie patted the pocket with the colouring in after putting the quill down and headed back to her house table. The Hufflepuff table. Where her rugrats sat. She'd make her rounds later to give her last five lollipops out. One to Cat, one to Sophie and the final three to Hallie, Donnie and Choo.

pundantic · 08-05-2014, 02:20 AM

Ascanius wasn't one for talking to people he didn't know or like. And that was what this memory book felt like it was demanding of him. To impart some wisdom to younger generations or some thanks to Professors he'd never see again. Though, he hoped in some cases- namely the female professors- that wouldn't be the case.

So when everyone had been talking 'bout what they were going to write he almost opted out. No one wanted to read what he had to say anyway. His face said everything about him. Ahem. He was offensively attractive.

Perhaps the best looking person he'd ever seen. Scratch that...he was, hands down.

And so, the answer to all his problems was simple. The memory book would get a picture of his face. His gift to them. And he'd even signed it with a little you're welcome, Ascanius Stark '84 in the left hand corner.

SPOILER!!: picture

One day when he was famous this'd be a really valuable piece of TDK history. 'Cause he was going to be a famous drummer.

But as he walked back to the Slytherin table, the seventh year groaned. He wanted that to be his legacy, he really did...but he did have things he wanted to say. Like, how meeting Snaps had been one of the greatest privileges of his life and how her friendship made him better most days. He was working on it. How Nigel was such a faithful friend and amazing bandmate that Ascanius never felt judged by him for a minute (a real feat for his vain bum). How Vesper's friendship had challenged him to take a good, long, hard look in the mirror beyond his reflection. How West's friendship had been such a stroke of luck that Scan was silently thankful everyday because, well, if they'd never jammed together and been open with each other he would've ended up real different. How his housemates had made him feel welcomed into a family for the first time in his life, which as an orphan kid was a big deal. How his Quidditch team became his family. How his other friends like Lottie and Addi and company were such a familiar and comforting presence that he knew he'd miss them something stupid, yeah? How this building had changed him.

How Pen had.

But he didn't say any of that. Or that he loved them all. Or that he'd miss them all. Or how even those who he talked to on occasion were comforting to him. Yeah, even the firsties who set him on fire (especially the one who had a little drum talent in him).

Instead, he ran back, turned the photo over and scribbled one sentence:

"You'll never understand what you've done for me."

And that was that. Four years, countless memories, a few brick walls.

Ascanius Stark was done.

itsjustjesse · 08-05-2014, 02:50 AM

Nervous didn’t even come close to describing the feelings that were boiling just under her skin. Sure, she was happy that the school year was over, sad that she’d missed meeting people like Lux…and well mad…really very mad about the whole being locked in a school for months on end.

She didn’t exactly want to be in the castle anymore. She wanted to be somewhere, anywhere, reading a book outside even. Or having a bonfire with friends…friends that she was leaving with now and friends that she had just barely made.

Still her finger trembled as she stood there looking down at the giant book of words from previous years. She had flipped through it in the past and read some of those words, some had been helpful, some had been sad. And some were missing. Very annoyingly missing. Like her sisters words and her cousins.

Their words would have helped her so much over these past few years. She would have tried harder to be less awkward, less afraid to talk to people and well not babble on and on about anything and everything had she had any advice on such matters. She was sure India had gone through something similar to her at times, and she was more than certain that Ky had had that issue. That girl was one weird egg.

SPOILER!!: you should read this, c'mon i dare ya

It was done. Well as done as she wanted to make it. Her hand was kind of sore what with the pen and wand wielding. She had to make sure that some sections were properly erased after all. She didn't want them to have streaks on them...that would be defacing the book.

And well...other reasons.

But no one would guess those reasons. She was still mad though about the being locked in the school for so long...and was there even a resolution? Not really...but maybe it had been a gradual thing? Or maybe the weather gods didn't want her to take her NEWTs.

Glancing at the book she just rolled her eyes and let out a half laugh at Ascanius' page. It was a photograph of himself...he really wanted future students to think he was attractive didn't he? A tiny part of her wanted to draw a french handlebar mustache onto the photograph...but she didn't want to deal with that mouse trap.

With a swift turn she quickly made her way back to the main section of the great hall. Tomorrow she was leaving. That would be awesome...and she'd be on a little boat going across the lake like she had seven years ago.

Maybe the Squid would say hello this time!

Cassirin · 08-05-2014, 03:41 AM

Leaving was always the hardest part of anything. The actual physical act of sitting in this room and looking at people and knowing that some of them would never be seen again, and that even if he did see them, it would be different. They'd be different. And looking at the Great Hall, and knowing that even if he came back for some alumni event or fundraiser, that he wouldn't belong here the way he did right now. At least for another few hours until the train departed.

All year, Mo had been ready to go. He'd been half gone, checked out when it mattered because he was so eager for the amazing future he had planned for himself, and now he realized that he'd let a whole bunch of moments slide by ungathered. There'd been some awesome moments this year, but he wished he could squeeze just a few more out before the feast ended and they all went home. Some for good.

So now there was this stupid big book here, one that Mo had been eyeing for five terms now, but not one that he'd ever really thought hard about having to write in. And now here was the moment, and he was climbing the stairs and picking up the quill. No pressure or anything. He just had to record himself for posterity and stuff.

SPOILER!!: Mo's Entry

Dear Hogwarts Student Body,

I'm not sure if anyone ever even comes back and reads the entries of past students, and I'm sure that no first year in the history of ever has read through this book and actually taken any advice. So I'm really tempted not to give any advice, in spite of the fact that common wisdom seems to suggest that's what you do here.

...

I don't know what else to do if I don't give any advice, except maybe to say thanks to those who came before me for teaching me how to be a friend, how to be a boyfriend, and how to be a lifelong learner. Thanks to those who come after me for teaching me how to be a big brother, how to be a captain, and how to be a leader. And thanks to those who walked this path with me for teaching me how to be a bro, how to be a best mate, and how to be a better human. No one is perfect, and I definitely had more than my share of faults along the way, but your friendship, understanding, and forgiveness have helped make me into the man I'm still learning how to be.

So maybe I'll give some advice anyway, since people are looking at me like I shouldn't be setting down the quill so soon. Don't be in such a big hurry to get on with your life that you miss all the little moments that make up your childhood. Don't be so eager to get people to like you that you don't learn to like yourself. And don't be afraid to ask that pretty blonde Slytherin if she fancies a snog. She might be the best person you'll ever know.

To those who have already left, there's no point leaving you a further note, since you've already forged that path ahead of me into the big, shiny world.

To those who I leave behind - Sophie, Tobes, Cambridge, little buddy Maddie, my former teammates, my (soon to be) former housemates: I'll save a spot for you in the shiny world and make sure the path is a little smoother by the time you get there. And I'll expect you to do the same for those following in your foot steps. Thanks for listening to my asinine instructions, running laps with me around the lake, sharing chocolate frogs with me, and climbing me like a tree as often as possible. I'll always be your captain, even if there's no badge to prove it.

To those who walked with me - Cat, West, Nigel, Dora, Vesper, my fellow graduates of 2084: welcome to real life. It's been an adventure so far, and I trust that it's going to get even better. I'm not afraid; in fact, I'm so ready to go I can't stand it, and most of that is because I know I'll take all of you with me. Even if you'd rather not have me (that's for you, Isidora Yelena). Thanks for sticking with me when I'm an idiot, for dancing with me when EVERYONE was watching, for telling me off occasionally, for feeding me, for nursing me through injuries and illnesses and heartbreaks, for being my friends. Somethings are forever, and this is one of them.

I think I've been writing long enough to look like I know what I'm doing, so I'm going to sign off now. Maybe I still care a little too much about what people think of me, but I'm ever a work in progress. That's as it should be.

Sincerely,
Marcus Orion Branxton
Class of 2084
Ravenclaw Quidditch Captain 2081-2083
Class Photographer
Ravenbro
Blues Bro and Most Likely to Initiate a Flash Mob
Mo

So that was done. Now he was off to find his Soph and his Cat and let them be sad and wet and clingy in his direction.

AlwaysSnapesGirl · 08-05-2014, 03:41 AM

Penelope supposed she should get this part over with. She'd heard about the memory book and all, but she didn't really plan on writing a whole lot. What was there to write in a book that she and everyone else would never see again anyway?

But she WOULD write something. She didn't know what, but something. It just seemed like the right thing to do, to leave one last thing for people at Hogwarts to remember her by. Or at least the people who read this book...assuming they even read her entry.

But even if no one did, she was gonna write it anyway because she could. Yeah.

First though, she did want to see what other people had written. Maybe it would help.

So she flipped back until she spotted a very familiar name. Kurumi. That seemed like the best entry to start with, yeah? Penelope wasn't sure she could write an entry as nice as that, but it was a good start. She skimmed through the next few, reading pieces here and there, until another name popped out. Selina. And it...was weird to her how some of it was so similar to her own thinking, especially right now. They were more alike than she'd realized. Huh. Imagine that.

She continued on again until she came to Dylan's entry. Reading his part to her (and Alice), she smiled slightly. Because it was true. Men were not always the brightest Lumos spell in the world...but even so, her man? She loved him anyway. So much. Even now.

The pages were turned again, one by one, and another name caught her attention. Jake...had actually written a part of his entry to her? She hadn't expected that, and reading over it, she wondered whether he meant it. Maybe at the time, but now? She didn't know. But maybe.

She went back to turning the pages, stopping once again, this time at Alice's name. Which was also a good read and probably more along the lines of what she felt like she wanted to write. Only probably not even that long. Hopefully.

More pages turning, more skimming here, and then finally she reached a page from someone in her year. She'd reached this point already? Merlin. But she wanted to read every entry from the people in her year that had written something so far so...might as well start now.

So she read through Derry's, Addi's, Nigel's, Tag's (Merlin, she was so lucky to have him as a best friend, y'know?), Elodie's, and...Ascanius.

...Dear Merlin, Ascanius.

Penelope couldn't help the little smile that came to her face. He WOULD be the one to put a signed picture of himself in here. He would. And she loved that about him. She really did. And she couldn't help picking it up and glancing at the back to see if there was more...and there was.

Just like him. Always something new to discover underneath that overconfident pretense he put up for most people.

Carefully placing the photo back in its spot, she turned the page and read Mika's entry and Mo's and then...blank page.

Her turn.

Merlin's beard.

Text Cut: Penelope's entry

And...that was it. Not quite as bad as she'd expected. She set down the quill and headed to the Gryffindor table.

It was time for Penelope's last End of Term feast at Hogwarts.

Colley · 08-05-2014, 05:15 AM

Cat had been watching her fellow Seventh Years all eventually head over to the really big book and write and write and write. If she had been asked, she would have had to admit to being very nervous about taking her turn. Words had never really worked out too well in her favor. Luckily for her, Mo and Elodie and Soph always seemed to get her, but would she make sense to anyone else?

After a few glances, she decided to just get up and get it over with. Passing Penelope, she smiled at the girl and took up the quill, hoping that no one would be waiting behind her because she wasn't quite sure how this was going to go.

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I’ve noticed that everyone else has had a lot of wonderful things to say and a lot of words in general. Words have never really been my thing, but I do have a few things I’d like to say. Firstly, I’d like to say thank you. Thank you to the professors who give us their time and have quite literally saved our lives. Thank you to my best friend who is always there for me even if her own world is falling apart at the same time. Thank you to my little sister for looking up to me, trusting me and thinking that I’m something special. Thank you to my dormmates for making a school far away from home actually feel like a home of its own. Thank you to that boy I met hanging out with the magical creatures, for believing in me and loving me and so much more.

Secondly, to everyone else, present and future, it doesn’t matter what house you’re in, where you’re from or what year you’re in, always try to look for the best in people and in situations too, especially the ones that you can’t control. Be kind, be happy, eat well (and often) and love with all your heart.

Thank you, Hogwarts.

♥ Caterina Giada Moretti
Yearbook Modules Editor
Class of 2084
Slytherin

Satisfied and maybe feeling a little bit teary, Cat replaced the quill for the next person to use and wandered off again. There was only so much time left for her at Hogwarts and she was going to spend it with her friends.

TeafortheSoul · 08-05-2014, 07:23 AM

West had read this thing countless times. Since his first year even, being one to take on as much of the advice and examples and lessons from those who went before him as was possible, so for him he didn't need to spend an age standing here pouring over old entries. He had memorized the words of some of the Slytherins that had come before him - Kennedy, Sierra, Aurora, Dylan, Sky, Asher, plus a ton from before he'd even come here himself- some of whom knew of their influence on him, some of whom did not. He knew who had mentioned him and who hadn't (One very glaring, and he intended to fix that momentarily).

Really the only thing to be done was fill the thing out himself. And that would take a long time. West felt like he had so much to say and there wouldn't be nearly enough space to write any of it, but he would try and who even cared that certain people would never get to read it? It was as much for himself and to preserve their legacies as well as his own. Did he even have one of those? A legacy? West hoped so. He hated the thought of being forgotten, of not having some kind of impact on the younger kids, even if it was just in some small way.

So, time to get started then. West picked up the quill and began to write, head bent down so that his long hair obscured his face and expression.

SPOILER!!: West's entry

Much like Ascanius, West thought it was an excellent idea to leave a picture. He attached it to his page, which was VERY full, and then looked over what he'd written. It didn't feel like enough. He wanted to write more about people that had come before. His sister... Selina.... Taryn... even Joao. But he was completely out of space...

... there was one last thing to do though. He made one quick note and then he was done. And it was time to join the feast. The last feast. But uh... first there was something in his eye that he had to deal with. Ahem. The tall Slytherin walked away from the memory book, rubbing his eyes.

He was done.

noodles · 08-05-2014, 11:10 AM

It was a task and a half trying to hold it together reading through the pages of the memory book. Józsua paused over a few, taking the time to read them properly, bottom lip catching between his teeth as his eyes began to sting. Some stuff struck him painfully (perhaps this wasn't the brightest idea: drawing things out instead of just letting go..). But Derry managed to bring a hint of a smile to his eyes. Smile buddies.. yea.. Most definitely.

He didn't intend to write, just to read... but something made him pick up that quill. Maybe a part of him hoped it would give him some closure and help him to move on.

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I'm not going to write an essay. I just don't have the words to do justice to the way that I feel about this place or the people in it. I was late to the show, I know, but Hogwarts has become my home over that last few years, and I've learned that family is not just about being bound by blood. I don't let people in easily, but the friends I've made here are the best people I've ever had the privilege to meet. They've taken me, flaws and all, and they've patiently allowed the good shine through. They've changed me.. brought out the very best in me. They've stuck around even when I've been at my worst. When you've found something that makes saying goodbye so painful, you should be grateful: it means it was good. Really good.

I may no longer be a part of Hogwarts, but Hogwarts will always be a part of me.

No picture. Future generations didn't need to see his ~~weird~~ face. He took a breath, swallowed at the lump in his throat, straightened up (backbone, yea? He had one of those.. somewhere..), and headed off to join his housemates at the Slytherin table.

Emzily · 08-05-2014, 07:42 PM

Theodore wasn't, nor had he ever been bothered about writing in this book. He'd never taken the time to read previous entries before, so why would anyone give a toss about his? Still, it was a tradition it seemed, so since he was Head Boy and all, Theo decided to play along. With his hands stuffed in his pockets, the Slytherin sauntered towards the pedestal holding the book and he did flick through a few of the earlier entries before getting to his own. For ideas, and stuff. This had to be iconic.

Gosh, of course West's would be that long. Theo didn't read all of it because his eyes hurt by doing so, but he did skim over the Quidditch parts and he also fought the temptation to doodle goofy glasses and a unibrow on his picture. Inappropriate? Yea.

After a few smiles at the last words from others, Theo picked up the quill and tapped it a few times onto the page before beginning.

SPOILER!!: Theodore's entry

Quote:

Hello

My name is Theodore Kinsley and let me tell you something about Hogwarts.... It's alright I suppose. Bit dangerous, bit cold, bit boring sometimes... but all in all... it's cool and the food is great.

I'm not good with words and I'm not good with friends, so writing words about friends is a bit hard for me even though it probably wouldn't take very long. Basically I just want to give a shout out to a few. West (the greatest person you will ever meet), Blue (puke smelling bestie), CassiaCatty (spy ~~extroadinair~~ extraodinaire partner), Dora (xox), and everyone else you know who you are. Thank you for sticking by me through strops and bad times and I love you all without sounding like a right loser.

Advice is also something I'm ~~crap~~ rubbish at but since I am Head Boy I should do my bit for all you future students. Always play as part of a team and I don't mean just in Quidditch (which is an awesome sport that I am totally going pro in) but stick to your houses because they really do become your family. Most of them do anyway.

And more importantly... Don't be miserable. Your lucky to be here. Just like I was.

I'm pretty much done here and I ended up writing a lot without saying everything I wanted to. I basically can't put into words my experience at Hogwarts. There have been highs and loads of lows... Like how I peed myself in the Great Hall on my first day but also made my best friend that day, I almost got killed by ~~dementors~~ dementers (no biggie or anything), I had my nose hair charmed down to my knees once, and I also got my first proper kiss! I'll never forget one moment and I wouldn't change any of them either... Well maybe some.

Final words of advice - Slytherin rocks. Beware of Gryffindors.

Oh, and Professor Bellaire is a beautiful woman. Someone should tell her that from Theodore Kinsley.

Cheers. Peace out, Hogwarts.
x

Theodore Alvin Kinsley
Head Boy
Slytherin Prefect 2081 - 2084
Quidditch Chaser/Keeper 2077 - 2083
Theoman 4 life
Best hair at Hogwarts despite what everyone else says or thinks
Class of 2084

Phew, well, it turned out to be much more than 'Theodore Kinsley woz 'ere, class of 2084' which was the initial plan, but Theo was pretty pleased with it. He smiled, closed the book with his hand resting on top of it for a moment. And then it was like a bus of emotion hit him from nowhere. He'd dreamt of graduating for years and now it was here. He was graduating. He was a man.

Little 'wimpy' Theo was a man.

hermygirl · 08-05-2014, 08:47 PM

Quite frankly, Benjy couldn't wait to leave Hogwarts. The last few terms had been trying at best, and despite originally being positive that nothing could possibly put a downer on his final year here, he'd wanted OUT around the same time that the doors to the castle had frozen him decisively IN.

Life just wasn't fair sometimes.

He hadn't been planning to write in the book; it wasn't as if he'd given it a second glance before this feast. But after seeing his year mates come up one by one, he'd gotten intrigued, and figured he should leave at least some kind of mark. He vaguely skimmed the last few pages, the names familiar, but any advice to be had given seven years too late. Instead, he flipped over Derry's essay, Ascanius' vain photo, and West's almost-thesis, and found the next clean page. There, at an angle, right across the middle of the page - almost inconveniently, one might say - Benjy left his mark.

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It's not about the destination, it's about the ride...

Ride on, Hogwarts.
~BRB

Mission: complete.

the fastest seeker · 08-05-2014, 10:04 PM

Were they supposed to prepare for this or something? Like write it a week ago and come here just copy it into the memory book? If so, then this school needed to write instructions clearly. Though she never heard anyone mention it so she supposed it wasn't a thing. Good to know.

Cassia eyed the huge book thinking how many people have stood here and touched it. Must be a lot. She flipped it open and started skimming. She was both surprised and flattered to see her name in there written by friends who have graduated a while ago. Then the closer she got the more emotional she felt herself getting. She recognized most of the names. Her friends words were here, too. This book was something.

Once she was done skimming she drew out her quill and gazed off trying to gather the random thoughts that floated in her head. Finally, she put the tip of the quill on the parchment and started scribbling.

SPOILER!!: Cassia's entry

Dear people who are going to read this,

I think I need to sound smart and cool in this entry since I'm graduating and probably that's what's expected, or not. Either way, I am much cooler in person than through words. So here it goes. When I first set foot in this castle, I was excited beyond boundaries. I was loud that people would cover their ears when near me. But guess what? Those were the best days I had here. And I turned out fine, got a shiny badge and all. However, I wouldn't have become half the person that I am now without everyone whom I met. I'd like to thank the professors for not only the lessons and knowledge they provided me with but for the inspiration and life lessons. I would specifically like to thank Headmistress Truebridge, who has gorgeous hair, as well as Professor Lafay and Healer Tillstorm for believing in me and taking the risk of handing me responsibility. I hope I was what they expected of me to be.

In this castle you will see and face situations you never thought you would encounter in your entire life. Do not freak out, try to live your life because somehow it all gets better. Make sure you are in every great story, take part in it all. Search for the things that make you happy and stick to them. Make a lot of friends, they make the journey enjoyable and absolutely breathtaking. Make enemies, too, that will toughen you up. But be sure to have more friends in case you needed backup. That was my plan and it worked.

To Theodore and West: I was one of the luckiest to have been friends with you two since the very beginning. When you're famous Quidditch players I'm going to brag about all the old times. You better not forget about me by then.

To Alexa Christina Cambridge: You know what? Words are just too lame to describe the friendship and bound we have. Our friendship started in an adventure, where we saved the school and all a typical day for us, and since that day on you became my sister. We disagree on a lot and we bicker a lot but I would not trade that for anything. This journey that I shared with you was just the beginning and I'll be waiting for you to go on with our never-ending journey which is going to be filled with epic adventures.

To my drommates, Adelaide, Cat and Derry: You ladies, were the best dormmates anyone could have possibly dreamt of. I can't even remember the days in the dorms before you guys came along. Whereas I remember every great day where we painted our nails, talked about everything and nothing and ate a whole lot of cookies and cakes. Those years I spent with you will stay with me forever. I wish you all the happiest life.

To Blue Gracea: My fellow lady I think we clicked right from the first second we met. I'm grateful for your presence in my life that's been a blessing. I can't remember a time we spent that wasn't fun. And I tell you, one day we will start a business and we will succeed and stuff our pockets with money like we always said we would.

To Isidora Miroslava: You are what I would like to call a friend in a lifetime. An extraordinary person that I'm so glad I have crossed paths with and became friends with. I thank you for being there when I asked for you opinions because you obviously rock. I wish you best of luck and may our friendship last forever.

To the class of 2084: There are just too many of you cool people to name. I am glad to have been your classmate. I think at some point I did talk to all of you and bug you. I wish you luck and hope that life will bring us together again.

To all the Snakes: There was not a day that passed when I was not proud to be in Slytherin. I'm happy to belong to a house with people with great minds and personalities. You all have been a great inspiration. To Cutty, you do know you are one of my favorite. I wish you all the luck in the world and I know that you probably won't even need it. To Ethan, Grayson, Simon, Beverley , Agatha and the Newell twins, stay cool like you all are and keep Slytherin house the best like you already did. My only regret that I won't be there to watch you all grow but I know you're going to turn out awesome. I wish you best of luck.

To Hogwarts Students: No other magical school will ever have what we have. They will never be as awesome as we are. Enjoy everyday you have and make the best of it. One day it's all going to be a memory so make it a darn good one that is worth telling the future generations. And to those who just got here, you are about to embark on the journey of your lifetime so be prepared and embrace it all because it's not going to be easy but it's definitely going to be worth it.

Lastly, be awesome, be yourselves.

Cassia Jane Somerlad
Head Girl
Prefect 2082-2084
Aparecium dedicated writer
Lady Snake
Slytherin Quidditch Team Official Cheerleader

So that was it, her last written words in the castle.

PatInTheHat · 08-07-2014, 12:43 AM

It was her turn, wasn't it? To fill out a page in this silly book. Dora had spotted most of her friends going up to fill it out, and up until now she herself had been indifferent towards doing so. But she was in an uncharacteristically good mood, so why not?

The prefect silently excused herself from her house table and made her way over when the book was free of her classmates. She first took her time to read the newest entries, amusement evident on her face, and when she was done she picked up the quill and turned back to the first blank page.

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The creation of this memory book, or rather titling it as such, was ridiculous. From what I've read it seems no one leaves actual memories here, but supposed words of wisdom or gratitude. That's because memories, the best ones at least, are not meant to be shared. They're to be kept between you and whoever was lucky enough to share that moment with you.

So I won't be leaving memories, they are mine to take with me as I leave this glorified juvenile prison. I also won't be leaving any pearls of wisdom, because I won't deny you the right to make your own mistakes and heartbreaks. Do them while you're here, where the most important thing to most everyone are those asinine house points and you're problems can be easily fixed (sometimes). Just don't be an idiot and get killed. That goes for all the houses. Listing names of all my friends and people I care about is stupid, because they should already know how I feel about them and our relationship. And if they don't it's their own damn fault (that's for you Marcus Orion, I'm taking you with me as well).

What I'll leave on this page are facts, since I'm a Ravenclaw and facts are what I do best.

Just two.

One. Hogwarts is a castle. A very well built castle made of stone that radiates powerful and ancient magic, stretching seven floors into the sky and delving far below the black lake. But a castle none the less. It can't give you anything, and it can't teach you any lessons. What you get from here is what you take. Be it a formal education, leadership positions (that are a joke), trophies and awards (that you can't keep and mean nothing to the world outside of Hogwarts), or a good snogging in the prefects bathroom (always worth it). Wait around to be given something, and you just may end up dead.

Two. Make friends.

You won't survive this school without them.

You won't be anyone without them.

I'm everything because of them.

Isidora Y. Miroslava
Ravenclaw Prefect 2082-2084
Class of 2084
Dangerous

Entry done, and not one to linger, she turned on her heels and headed back to her table. A small smile on her face.

Lislchen · 08-07-2014, 06:10 PM

Olly had finally made it up here too. After putting off for quite some time. She didn't know what to write. She had absolutely no idea. There was absolutely nothing she wanted to SHARE with the people graduating after her. Really, they needed to find their own way of surviving this school. It wasn't her responsibility. And neither did she want to write about her friends. They knew how she felt about them and making those feelings manifest by writing them in an old book didn't exactly make much sense to her.

So there. She had no idea what she wanted to write.

Nonetheless, she picked up the quill, tapping its end against the side of her hand while reading through some of the previous entries. Some brought a smile to her lips and she was surprised by how much that had been written she actually agreed with. It made her realize that while they were all different, they had in fact all had a similar experience here at Hogwarts. Olly sighed and finally turned the page to an empty one.

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I don't even know who to write this to. It's not for those of you who'll write in this book after me. It's not for those of you who wrote in it before me. It's for me. It's for me to sort through my thoughts while writing this. It's for me to figure out how these past three years have changed me. I don't know where I would be now if I hadn't come here. And I definitely came really close to not coming here (thank you, Schuyler). Things would certainly be a lot different than they are now.

And I don't think they would have been better. They couldn't be.

I'm not going to talk my life now. I know what it's like and like I said I don't care what you other people reading this think about it. All I want to say is that Hogwarts has changed me. No, the people here have changed me. The location didn't matter. It was the people. Making friends was one thing I never thought was necessary. Or worth it. And that might be easiest when you think about it rationally. It's not though. It's really not. It's the most important thing I learned here. Not to do the easy thing sometimes just because it is easy. The alternative might be more risky but it's usually worth it. If you pick the right people. And they pick you back.

This is it really. So essentially I guess I just want to thank my friends for making me change my mind about certain things.

Olly Clarke
Hufflepuff
Class of 2084

She put down the quill again, feeling...empty somehow. This was it then. Now it felt final in a way. Olly sighed again, still not entirely sure how to feel about everything. Absently she ran her fingers over the attached photos of certain Slytherins. She'd have to ask them to give her one of each. They were extremely nice to look at. Yes. Right. She should head back to her seat. Olly gave the book a final pat before walking back over to the Hufflepuff table.

SilverTiger · 08-08-2014, 11:04 AM

She’d held back for as long as possible, knowing that most of the others she had watched go up to the book had likely much more reason to than she had. Lily knew what the book was. She also knew that there were likely entries from her aunts if not even more people she knew or at least knew of in its pages. Just, for some reason, she’d been stalling going up to add to it. She honestly didn’t know why, either. It was just some unknown thing, but eventually she had gotten away from her table and approached. She knew there wasn’t any rule stating that she had to write in it. She just felt like she should.

First, she flipped through the pages to read some of the other entries, thinking that maybe it would help her think of what to write. Most people wrote messages to their friends and things like that, and she found that kind of silly. Probably half of the people mentioned probably would never see what had been written, and they should know what was felt about them anyway. She’d never seen the point in hiding her feelings from people only to decide to let them out in writing during an emotional time. This was definitely an emotional time. It was everyone’s last day at Hogwarts, and for those who were writing in here, it was their final day. None of them were coming back after the summer. It was time to go off and do other things, and that made things poignant. It made these last moments seem that much more precious, and obviously that made people act different. Apparently, it also made people randomly put pictures of themselves into the book, as she’d arrived at the most recent entries. That made her smile a little as she found the next empty page and picked up the quill. She didn’t have a picture, but she could put some of herself in anyway.

SPOILER!!: Lily's entry

Once she’d finished writing, she looked it over one last time before setting the quill down. She couldn’t think of anything left to say, but it’d come. It just wasn’t going to be written in here. There were other memories to make, and she headed back to the table to experience what was left of the feast.

DaniDiNardo · 12-05-2014, 02:43 AM

The way she saw it, there were only two choices: come to this condemned book now and make up some supposed 'words of wisdom' ~~or whatever the hell this was meant to be~~ or go to the Gryffindor Table and sit with people she didn't necessarily want to sit with, having conversations she wasn't truly keen on being drawn into and thinking of nothing but the day to come that would bring not only her birthday but her freedom. Naturally, she chose the book--a bit ironic after the term she'd just had but whatever. Only problem was...she actually had to write in this thing. Merlin.

Deciding she was in no tremendous rush, Lex leaned against the pedestal that held the book and went skimming through it. With any luck some inspiration would hit because she'd never been properly given the memo about this thing.

The first entry to catch her attention was one by Vivi that had her name scribbled in there, soon she was skipping through page after page without really noticing as she read the words of all those who'd left her behind. Know something...? Reading this book might not have been such a good idea--a thought she solidly believed by the time she hit the entries of her friends gone in just the last year. Mo and his promises of adventure waiting for them, Cassia talking about them saving the day (which they totally did as only 11 and 12 year olds could do), even Odessa calling a truce she'd never been aware of. Was this what the book was for?

She didn't know who'd be bothered with reading her entry after she was gone, knowing that those who cared were already gone but then just maybe....maybe she could think of a little lion or two that might have appreciated it? Her sister too even if she didn't care for the little thing. Jessa would go to Hogwarts one day and if she was always with Amanda then she'd need all the advice she could get...

Alright, she'd write--but not before crossing out the words of a certain former Slytherin that had found their way onto a Gryffindor's page. Ahem. Done. Now she turned to a blank page and without really thinking about it, she began to write.

SPOILER!!: Final words here

If you were expecting some long epistle, I'm afraid you'll have to flip back to Odessa's page because I don't have the time, the patience or the attention span to stand here writing advice most of you may never take a glance at. Won't be addressing to specific people either. If you care to read it then this is probably for you. I also don't believe in giving anyone a personal road map to surviving Hogwarts; that takes away from the adventure and I don't want that. The idea behind this place is living--not existing, that's never the goal or you'll fade into the pale walls of the castle and find every day more mundane than the last. Get out there and make something happen, don't wait for the Headmistress to doom you all for another year.

I could copy what everyone else said about this being a great place to make friends and discover who you are, because they're right, but that's obvious and if you didn't already know that then you have no faith in the castle. By now, I admit I'm itching to leave but I'll be honest there was a time when I didn't want to be anywhere else.

This is the place where you worry about parchment with invisible ink tattling with gross exaggerations, where you come face to face with dementors and beat up foreign exchange students in your Common Room knowing Professors will never get there in time. This is the place, you crack a kid's skull with a bludger then share a butterbeer down in the kitchen later that same day. They say you can make mistakes here but I don't know if I agree. They're not mistakes, they're experiences you can store for later when you hit the real world. The only mistake is not learning from them.

You want advice? Don't be that one kid screaming that you're all gonna die; no one likes a pansy. Dive head first into everything you possibly can. Don't be so uptight on rules, points matter but they aren't everything. Try new routes to class even if it makes you late, meet the giant squid, visit the forest and take back a bouquet for the Groundskeeper if that keeps you alive because the moment this place loses its charm for you that's it.

Now, an even grander adventure awaits. Hogwarts, it's been real.

Alexa C. Cambridge
Sugar Addict Extraodinaire
Chocolate frog enthusiast
Darks Arts Appreciator
Gryffindor 2078 - forever
Quidditch Team (Chaser, Beater, Keeper) 2079 - 2083
Gobstones Club 2079 - 2085
Aspiring Astronomer 2079 - 2085
EBWEQBSC Herbology Champion 2081 - 2082
Yearbook Scribe 2082 - 2085
Aparecium Writer 2082 - 2084 ~~shhh~~
Prefect 2082 - 2084
Mistress of All Evil Apparently 2084
Head Girl 2084 - 2085

Lockhartian · 12-05-2014, 04:35 AM

Not gonna lie. Lotus considered not bothering with this, because... well, she didn't give advice for free, unless you were a friend, and if you were a friend, you wouldn't need a written reminder of said friendship, correct? Correct. All her friends had left, so they could only see what she ended up writing if they came back to Hogwarts somehow, but WHO would want to come back? Yes, exactly. ~~She wouldn't.~~

Actions speak louder than words, so she never considered leaving something in her entry for her best friend. Not that she'd read it anyway, since she wrote before her (and did quite an amazing piece, if you asked her). So, Lotus was literally the last of Hogwarts' Most Important People to write in this book.

Focusing took a lot of time, especially since she'd stopped at Ascanius' entry and didn't realize she was staring at the picture until now. Anything to make her forget she'd just read 'Barrington' a few entries before. ~~Where's Dante, by the way?~~ Two entries she knew by heart, Tag's and West's, and she actually had a reply pending on one of those. That was technically why she was standing here, though keeping her eyes on Ascanius was never part of the plan.

The seventh year ~~not anymore~~ Hogwartian started to look for something and raised an eyebrow when she found it, '...and remember that Milton Shacklebolt endured all of those things in three years and is, therefore, better than you.' GET OUT! Un-freaking-believable! 'Better than you', LOL! She never took Milton for a comedian. The better person wouldn't have gone through any of those things, but whatever. He clearly took all of Oakey's luck, which Oakey never made. Makes perfect sense.

Realizing that she could do something for someone who she actually liked and would be able to see this, hopefully, then she smiled at the book and started to write.

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fi·nal·ly free
(finally free)______________

not that I didn't enjoy my years at Hogwarts,
but I'm done with this, my time is up.

to answer Tag Kildare's entry,
'What's up, bud?' ♥

and to Zander Adair,
everything will be alright, always,
remember that.

Lotus Acacia Wisteria
_
Future Astrophysicist
Airey Flamsteed's Number One
Yearbook Photography Editor
~~Hufflepuff~~ Quidditch Team
Top Beater 2081-82/2082-83
Aspiring Astronomer 2085
Hogwartian, Class of 2085
̅
PS. How delusional is Milton Shacklebolt,
saying he's better than us.

And that was all she had to say to this book, for she had many, many words for the world. Lotus Acacia Wisteria took a step back to look at her entry, ~~and made a copy to take along, because she needed to show this to someone,~~ and left the quill for whoever came next.

To the Gryffindor table, then!

We're coming to get you, Milton.

Awarlesta Black · 12-05-2014, 05:51 AM

Declan Hazelwood walked up to the book he had heard about. Running a hand over the cover, he glanced around. Was he allowed to do this? He had only been here for two years. Would people get mad if he did? Hogwarts had really made an impact on him. This place was indeed magical. Pun and all. He wanted to let people know that. So, he picked up the quill and wrote some quick notes to the people running through his head and Hogwarts itself.

Text Cut: Click for Cheese!

I don’t know if I really do deserve to write in this. I have only been here for two years. My peers among me have been here their whole adolescent journey. However, I do have words that I want to say.

Professor Romanos and Professor Flamsteed,
You two were the first that I spoke to at the beginning of my Hogwarts journey. You guys are quite a dynamic duo. My favourite professors, by far. I figured that bond was formed with the various near-death experiences we went through together. (Even with Professor Flamsteed biting my fingers and all. I forgive you.) Good luck with all the incoming rascals and with life in general.

Char “Reese’s Pieces” Stylinson,
I know I probably already say enough cheesy lines to you everyday, but I want to remind you that you are the best thing that Hogwarts gave to me. The absolute best. I wouldn’t advise people to take zombie pinata candy from strangers, but it sure worked for us. Luv U.

Mari a.k.a Miss United States of Puff,
Out of all the Crawford descendants, I’m pretty sure you’re the brightest of us all. You have such a promising future in front of you. We all know it. Not only do I hope you become Miss Hogwarts, but I also hope you become Miss Top Dog of wherever you end up. Make sure Rorie doesn’t kill anyone. Love you, kid. See you at home.

The homies (Jun Kim, Vinnie McFay, & Kace Lecium),
Jun, our friendship is a weird one. We started off loathing each other, (more like you hated me because I’m beautiful), but somehow ended up almost brothers. I know you’ve had it hard, friend. Just remember that the darkest is always before the dawn. The world will be so much brighter when we make it through. Have faith in yourself.
Vinnie, you are a beautiful soul. Remember that when you are in the shadows. You were one of the first friends I made here and I’m ever so grateful we met. Keep your head up, your drumming arms strong, and your head full of history. Whether I’m visiting you as the famous drummer or the scholarly historian in the future, remember I’ll always be there.
Kace, you were my first friend here and I’m so glad you were. We have spent some great times together and I apologize for not being so available towards the end. We have so many more travels to go on, don’t fret. Strive for whatever your heart points to. Also, send spaghetti on the regular, ‘kay?

Pietra Moretti,
From the moment I met you, you were a introverted, quiet girl. Scared, you were, of the outside world and I’m so proud of you for stepping more and more out of the shadows. Your gift is something I’ll treasure ALWAYS, whether I have it in my house, my classroom, my office, or my jail cell, it’ll always be hanging in my heart. Ew, how corny was that? That was very sweet of you. Anyways, I know you’ll be safe and okay with Lincoln by your side, but call me if you ever need me. I’ll come for more Italian lessons on Hogsmeade weekends, okay? Keep an eye on Darth. Keep taking more steps into the light.

Cutty “>:}” Mordaunt,
You’re a weird one, to be honest. Like weird to the point where I’m convinced you have a body pillow with my face on it. (Flattering, but in all weird). However, I respect the fact you don’t let anyone faze you and for that I leave you the “Cockroach Express”. You do what you want with them now. Just don’t experiment on them. That’s not cool.

Ruby Banner,
Technically, you were the first I met once I moved back to U.K. I can’t say I’d ask for a different welcoming. You are something special, Ruby Banner. Also, I owe you an actual portrait like you asked for that day and not a stick figure like I bluntly gave. So, attached I leave the portrait of you, fully detailed. Hope it’s not a let-down. Take care.

Grayson “D” Whitlock,
Dude, you’re the worst. I can’t even remember why, but gosh how I don’t like you. Careful who you sass, boy! CAREFUL.

Lastly, my fellow Puffs and Hogwartarians,
Thank you for taking me into your home and thank you for helping me feel like this is my home too. This is my home. I hope you’ll realize how places like Hogwarts can you change you for a lifetime. Just be ready to deal with the crazy scenarios that happen everyday. Never a boring day, though, never. For those who were lost like I was, you’ll find your way. Whether you find it yourself or someone helps you get there, there’s always a way. Make your legacy. Make it in your own special way.
Declan Hazelwood, out.

Declan Arturis Hazelwood
Class of 2085
Hufflepuff Mega-Babe
Lost, but Found

And with that, he closed the book before he thought of ripping the page out and making a run for it. He glanced around again, letting out a long breath of air. Hogwarts felt more like home than anywhere did. He only wondered what the building's secret was.

Star-Lord · 12-05-2014, 06:46 PM

The line was kind of short to the memory book. Not many people had gone up to write in it yet. Jun was currently running names in his head of who to give special mentions to. He had four so far. Five, if he decided on writing her a mention to. She would probably ignore it come next term when she graduates and possibly writes in the book too. Sighing to himself he moved along in the line, noticing there was just one person ahead. Now if they could hurry up and finish, Jun would be happy. Humming, he swayed side to side and watched the person in front of him leave. "Okay, let's do this," Jun shook his hands out and grabbed the quill.

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Originally Posted by Entry

Am I supposed to put advice here or? Because I really don't have any to give. What good will it do if I won't follow my own advice either? Besides, none of you will read it.

Connor: Wow. Where do I even start with you? First, you're a jerk for not graduating so you probably won't read this. Ugh, I like you a lot less now. Second, thank you. For everything. I know I'm a handful, don't deny it, but you put up with me in the two years we've known each other. Even after all those punches and arguments we've had, you stayed. I had expected you to leave too, like other people did. But you didn't. You're another brother to me. The one I usually ran to when I needed help. Thanks for punching sense into me that time you found me in the trunk. I needed it. I can't even leave some advice here because I'll see you over summer. Pretty sure I won't be able to get rid of you. Or if Ma will let you leave. Okay, bye. Oh, and let's have more adventures this summer, yeah?

Declan: Hazelwood. Yeah, I agree, our friendship is a weird one. And yes, we hated each other at first. No, it wasn't because I was jealous of whatever beauty you assume you have. That's right, I read your page. Left you a little stick figure there too. Sorry I won't be dorming with you. But that wouldn't have gone too well considering things we discussed. I'll miss you at times but we promised to hang out. And I also promised to make you more bacon grilled cheeses. Oh and what about your cockroach army thing? Are you leaving that behind?

Pal: Paaaaaaaal! Ballerina. Woman who always made me get out of the trunk when I didn't want to. It'll be weird not seeing you around every day. Obviously, I'll see you during summer since you'll be visiting Kai a lot. Who am I gonna have my rehearsals with now? There's no lovely voice in the program that can top yours. Good luck in Juilliard. You'll be amazing as always. You'll blow their minds away with your talent. And please, make Vader less cranky. Maybe then he'd have friends.

Sophie: My sweet little mentee. My little sister. You're going to be an even more wonderful person in your coming years. I hope to get chocolate peanut butter cookies again some day. They're amazing. Remember our promise? Even if you don't get it, as your mentor, I'll still be proud of you in anything you do. Well, not anything but you get it. I'll definitely keep in touch with you. You're like a little ray of sunshine that everyone needs in their life.

Lux: My Cucumber. Don't cry because Justine, Bay and I are leaving. More like be happy that we're growing up, despite not wanting to, and moving onto better things. And keep it up with your potions! I hope to see you as a great potioneer one day. I promise to send you loads of chocolate frogs for your birthday and holidays. Also, keep giving your amazing hugs. They definitely make people feel a lot better.

You: I don't even have to name you; you already know who you are. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for the things I said, I didn't mean them, the way we ended up and for causing us to most likely never talk again. But know that you'll always mean something to me. Even if you never believe a single word I say. You'll find someone who won't give you heartache all the time. Someone you'll be proud to call yours. Good luck. I hope you become a famous drummer or an amazing historian.

To the rest of you I didn't mention, good luck. Enjoy your young years, but don't move too fast. You have the rest of your life ahead of you to do that. Take one step at a time.

Oh and be careful around this school. Merlin knows weird things always happen.

Jun Kim
Also Jun Snow
Class of 2085
Somehow Head Boy 2084 - 2085
SM Trainee 2083 - Present
Future Boybander
Aspiring Potioneer
Grand Master of Bacon Grilled Cheese
Tie-Dye Boy
Norean

There. He was done. Jun might've even teared up a bit but that was fine. Now he can go stuff his feelings.

nicole black · 12-06-2014, 05:23 AM

Justine had decided last night who she would mention. She knew what she wanted to say, but wasn't sure if she could convince herself to do it. To write out her feelings, for everyone to see.... It was so very unlike her and not all that easy to do. With a deep breath and a quick glance to Jun's entry, Justine took quill in hand and began to write before she could chicken out.

Quote:

Norean.
I never expected to be friends with you, I never expected you to become the person I tell everything to, or the one I go to when I need advice. It was not my intention to begin relying on you and perfectly trusting you. But I did, and I do. You've helped me become a person I don't mind being, and showed me what honesty, and compassion means.
Things will never be easy for people like you and me, but, I know that we'll always be there for each other and maybe... That'll make things okay.
Yours, Justine.

Mermaid.
How someone so sweet, innocent and genuine as you could actually be friends with someone as cold and fairly evil as me always amazes me. I don't deserve a friend so loyal, so kind or so understanding, but I'm so glad that I have you. You've helped me more than I could ever say, teaching me how to be a better person and friend and for that I will always be grateful. I know Jun and I are leaving, but anytime you need us, we'll be there in a second, nothing could keep us away. Keep your chin up, Luxy and never change.
Love you.

Vice President Bianca Caruso.
I'm leaving, which I suppose means you're the most gorgeous girl in the school now. Making ridiculous plans with you was one of my favorite things and it'll be boring without you around. Keep being the classy, ridiculous, blood thirsty thing you are and if you are going to deface school property, make sure to put the blame on someone else. I'll miss you.

Robles.
You were a worthy adversary, a rival I could respect as well as loath. I wish you luck in all your endeavors next term, and in your life thereafter. Also, I promise not to hit on your boyfriend... Or to joke about it... Consider it a peace offering.
Don't die.

Eden.
You're clever, don't let anyone including yourself tell you different, and you are beautiful as well (I won't say it again, so treasure this kindness), don't cheapen yourself, because you're really too good for half of these people here and I know, without being biased in your favor, that you will do impossibly well in whatever you decide to do in the next two years. You're always welcome to visit.
And lastly, but importantly; I'll miss you.

Louis.
You're not here and you won't read this. I am very sorry for all I did to you. I wish we could have been real friends.

Jones.
Naturally you had to steal me and Jun's thunder by leaving early, didn't you? I don't really know what to say, things with us have never been easy, not really, but I'm glad to have met you all the same. You're going to kill it out there, and I know that soon you'll find what you need, just have faith. We're all in the gutter, but some of us are looking up at the stars.

Professor Flamsteed.
I was pretending to be French for the first two years, I thought maybe you had noticed the recent accent change and decided to explain myself. As I do respect you, I thought you deserved the truth. Thank you for all the fantastic, interesting and stellar classes. I really will miss them.

Hogwartians.
There's no guided map to Hogwarts, no correct path. Be yourself, bestow your trust on those who earn it, [i]always/i] tickle the sleeping dragon and remember that life goes by quickly and that you have to make the most of it. This school is ridiculous; full of half crazy people, and is usually trying to kill you, but it's also kind of amazing. And it was here that I learned how to be a better person, or rather the better version of myself.

Justine Janvier.
Princess.
Catwoman.
Sister.
Prezzy.
Villain.
Ravenclaw.
Class of 2085.

There. It was done. She'd said her bit and there was no going back, no matter how much she wanted to rip out the page and make a run for it. No, she hadn't cried, but the pain and the memories beat hard in her chest and felt heavier than a Mountain troll as Justine Janvier made her way back to her peers.

Daydreamer11 · 12-06-2014, 02:28 PM

Jasmine knew about the Memory book and she always wondered what she would say when her turn to write in it came. Well the time was now and she had no idea what she would write. Stalling for time, she flipped through the pages and read the words of previous students. Some made her smile, some made her laugh and others made her feel as if she knew the writer. It was if they had left a little piece of themselves in the book.

Jasmine couldn't put off writing for much longer because a line would start to form. She most certainly did not want that. Jasmine had spent a moment at the Ravenclaw table reflecting on her time at Hogwarts, all that she had experienced and all that she had endured. It had been a wild ride full of ups and downs and twists and turns, but she would not trade it for anything. Deciding that she had wasted enough time, Jasmine picked up the quill and began to write.

SPOILER!!: Jasmine's thoughts

At last, Jasmine was finished. There was no way that she could put all of her thoughts and feelings into that book. She couldn't thank everyone that she wanted to thank. If she did, she'd be writing until the next term started. Satisfied that she had documented what was most important, she put the pen down, wiped her eyes and walked away.

04-09-2015, 12:15 PM

Zoe finally made her way up to the 7th year memory book. She didn't know what to say in it to be honest. Who would she speak to? James? She didn't want to write in it, she wanted to become that first year she had been when she put the hat on her head and it yelled Slytherin in her ear. She didn't feel like she really made an impact in her time there at Hogwarts, and she stood there flipping through the pages of the book in front of her until she found Eric's writing. She read it and chewed her lip. He'd done more than she had with JD being there with him. She'd felt alone much of the time, as if she was ignored by most people. Meeting others but staying to herself much of the time.

She found Laura's blurb and smirked shaking her head. The time in the forest with her had been scary and unforgettable, particularly the part of running from the acromantula and the detention following. Finally she picked up the quill and started writing.

Text Cut: Zoe

She didn't have tears in her eyes but she read over what she had written and swallowed. So much had happened in her years, the most recent and scary being on the quidditch field when it collapsed in itself and disappeared. Memories she'd never forget, nor would she want to. including what had happened with Dan and James. It was time to move on and see what the future was going to hold for her.

Cinn-O-Bun · 04-11-2015, 08:22 AM

OOOOOOOOO Memory book!!! James flipped open the book and looked at all the different things people wrote in it from years past. Though most of his previous years had been kind of boring with the exception of exploring things with his brother and Zoe his last year had been by far the greatest. When he ran across Zoe's though his good mood fell a little and he swallowed. Was that really how she felt? He sighed and stared at the page a bit with a slight frown. Though if they had stayed together would she really have been any happier though? Probably not. Sighs again.

He grabbed the quill and focused on the good things that had happened and his smile came back. Who to start with was the bigger question....

SPOILER!!: James' Musings

As he signed his name and all the various nicknames that he had he grinned and looked at the page. Hopefully it wouldn't be the last time he would be here at Hogwarts. He had a dream of teaching here one day. Satisfied with what he wrote he set the quill down and sighed. One door closing in his life but a whole bunch more were opening and he really couldn't wait to see what happened.

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