Where was Curtis? Why, he was here at the ending feast. His head resting in his folded arms on the table. Definitely tired. This year was exhausting after all, even if he found himself under the radar for the most part. He just wanted to sleep, but he wouldn't do it here. The room was going to be crowded and noisy, so for now he can just rest his eyes until some people he knew came in.

He had some decisions to make before the summer after all, hehe.

Claudine hardly dared to believe that her fourth year was drawing to a close. Yet, here she was at the End of Term feast that signified just that. So much had happened during this year that left her surprised at herself but as they were all good things, she found herself being content with life. Her biggest accomplishment this year was keeping her head down and not giving Trent a reason to expel her. Claudine was proud of herself.

Arriving at the Hall, the girl threw a look towards the Ravenclaw table looking for one particular person. But soon she was off to the table on the right. Normally, she’d sit by herself unless joined but others but today, she chose to sit next to that familiar figure.

Claudine took a spot beside him. Um… what was going on here? “Curtis? Have you fallen asleep?” Curtis was considered a friend, and that was enough for her to care if he'd gotten sick or something.

Serena could hardly believe that the year was over - it seemed only yesterday that she was getting off the train for the first time, absolutely horrified at the thought of starting all over again at a new school - but here she was, alive and well (despite recent happenings), and completely at home in Hogwarts.

She made her way to the Slytherin house table with a smile on her face, then took a seat. "Its crazy isn't it? The year feels like it only started yesteday!"

Aboli's attitude now was so much different than her arrival at the beginning of the term feast. She was almost....glum.

Curtis, Claudine, and Serena were all at the table thus far. Aboli gave them all nods and small waves before taking a seat near them, but not right NEXT to them. She glanced toward the Gryffindor table, but she did not let her eyes stay there too long. She looked back at her own table and feigned extreme focus. She was in prefect-mode, sure. SURE. Making sure no one was misbehaving, giving her coldest mug a go as she folded her arms across her chest.

Her idea was to look so unapproachable that no one would bother her.

Violet slunk into the Great Hall as unobtrusively as possible and seated herself at the far end of the Slytherin table, where she sat slumped over, her head down, staring at her plate. She thought she'd finally gotten the smell of smoke out of her hair after repeated washings, but the robes she'd been wearing were probably a lost cause. Her cough was much better after the potion Healer Recard had given her--boy, had that been embarrassing, she could hardly look the healer in the eye after what had happened in the Forest.

Violet felt so humiliated--how could she have let a ghost possess her? It must be a failure of will. And she had no idea what she'd been doing all spring, what she'd said or to whom. Just when she'd felt that she was finally getting the hang of being back of Hogwarts, talking to some people, maybe even starting to make friends--what would they think now? Who'd want to be friends with a crazy person?

She just wished the Closing Feast, and this whole school year, were over and she could go back home. And she could not believe she was thinking that.

Sure, she was still concerned for Curtis but other Slytherins were arriving. There were Slytherins that Claudine had befriended that term or a term or so prior. She was amused as she reflected on the fact that she had socialised more this school year than she had in the previous three combined. This was perhaps the most drastic change coming from her.

One Slytherin whom Claudine had become good friends with happened to be Serena. Since their lengthy conversation at the Swamp, the dorm mates took to talking to each other often. “Agreed,’’ the fourth year replied. “Before we know it, summer will be gone and we’ll be back for fifth year.”

Aboli was acting strangely. This was certainly not the prefect that Claudine was used to. Where was the flamboyant sixth year that everyone knew? Still, her nod and wave was acknowledged but the younger girl left the older one alone otherwise. Maybe Aboli just needed some time by herself. If that was the case, then Claudine certainly could understand. Perhaps this was the case for Violet too? Claudine really did feel sorry for her though. The second year didn’t look so good.

See, didn't have to wait long before his little resting was interrupted. He wasn't like his dad though who would get grumpy at this... Well, okay, maybe he did get a little grumpy, but it depended on who did the interrupting. "...Nope" He answered (Claudine), yet he didn't move while saying this until a few more moments. She was cool.

He sighed, "It feels good to be going home again," This could also be directed to the other girl (Serena) who seemed to address them all. He smoothed his hair out again before catching Aboli's eyes and waving. Man, she sure looked cute all huffy and patroling out like that. Why didn't he ask her out yet? There was still time for that... right? Hehe.

After the speech was said and done, now Curtis could focus on the most important part. The food. Oh and anyone else who wanted to talk with him. They could talk about their upcoming summer and plans to owl each other. Good times.

As Serena settled into the table with her fellow Slytherins, she watched in concern Aboli - their prefect sat down wordlessly, gave an off-handed wave in their direction, and simply sat there, looking surly and unapproachable - deciding however that it was not any of her business if Aboli was in a bad mood, Serena instead turned to Claudine and grinned

"It seems like it." She answered enthusiastically. The thought of finally becoming fifth years was exciting - professors could finally stop lumping them together with the younger years! "We're nearly halfway out of here."

She then craned her neck to turn and glance at Curtis who had been resting when she came in, and she hadn't wanted to bother him - but it seems like he was in the mood to socialize after all. "I suppose so" She replied, half in agreement "A little normalcy would be nice after all the chaos this year." She however did not know if she was excited to be coming home. After all, by the time she had left for Hogwarts, they had only been living in a temporary apartment in London - and now, they had a full on house in Brighton, and she wasn't exactly sure how she felt about that.

Speaking of chaos...Serena's eyes wandered down towards the end of the table were Violet was sitting - looking sullen, and tired. Which was understandable considering what had recently happened.

She was about to go and sit by her when Headmaster Trent had started giving his speech - a sorry excuse for a speech; which gave her a 'Goodbye for the summer, and I will be enjoying every minute that you are gone' kind of vibes. After all, he did seem...enthusiastic about sending them off.

The fourth year rolled her eyes, but dwelled on it no further as the food appeared on the table, and they all proceeded to tuck in for their last feast of the year.

Violet raised her head when Headmaster Trent began to speak, but as he went on with his speech, her eyes narrowed in disbelief. That was all he had to say about the year?! That was it?! The man was incredible!

And just what instruction had they gotten from him that year? Being led into danger with no warning or instructions whatsoever and then abandoned while he ran off to do...whatever he had been up to all year. Because Violet was convinced now that Trent had been up to something, probably still was. And to think she used to defend him; she'd even liked him a bit, and taken his strictness and rude manners as just eccentricities, like some of her uncles. But he was no eccentric, he was downright dangerous.

Violet would never, never forgive him now, and she was determined to keep an sharp eye on him next school year and find out what he was up to, if it was the last thing she ever did (and it might be, actually, she thought to herself).

But for now, she was just going to try to eat something, and hope that her grandfather hadn't heard about his grandaughter becoming possessed by a ghost and disgracing the noble House of Blackthorne.

Aboli had almost NO interest in anyone, really, but she managed to return waves and nods at anyone who acknowledged her. She wouldn't be rude, but her heart just...wasn't in it tonight. She straightened up a bit when Trent spoke. That meant food would come veeeeery soon.

Why he was an absolute JERK? She couldn't believe how not into he seemed - if he was tired of being headmaster, he should retire. Old grump. Aboli found her cheeks turning red the more and more she thought about it. She had NO PATIENCE for that man any longer. And as she turned to look down at her plate, she caught Curtis' eye, and that LOOK she often caught him giving her when she wasn't looking, and she clicked her tongue.

She CLICKED her tongue, pulled out some parchment, and grabbed a spare muggle pencil from her bag. She scribbled her message in her neatest handwriting, and then without FURTHER ADO, she stood up, folding it neatly and tapping her wand to it. Wordlessly, since she had soooo recently begun to do nonverbal EASY spells, she made the paper look like a bird of some sort. The prefect walked over to Curtis, stopping across from him, and dropped the paper next to the plate. "I'll see you on the train, Curtis. Or I expect to, anyway." She tried to look as sullen as possible before wordlessly going back to her spot on the far end of the table.