House banners representing the houses that the four creators, Salazar Slytherin, Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, and Rowena Ravenclaw, had made shown high above the Great Hall. Thousands of lit candles gave it a mysterious glow to the Great Hall. After he had presented the Year Eleven graduates, the fifth set of graduates to have left the school, Roman took a seat and he gazed over the area, watching the guests and the newly graduates mingle in with the crowd of family, some not so pleased, some crying, and some too happy or proud to even speak. Roman himself was surprised that there were this many graduates, comparing to the last few classes that had gone through here. It reminded him of sorting, that many have stuck around, some transferred off to another school and some transferred into this one. Roman was somewhat proud, but it did not show in his cold, graying eyes.
The Headmaster gazed over the staff, wondering if they too were going to miss the graduates. Roman thought that he just might, however names and faces will not be remembered as fresh new faces of next year replace what has been lost this year. "When one door closes, another one opens", and this statement has never been truer than it was right now, to welcome the current sixth years into the positions of the seventh years that just graduated today.
The Headmaster gazed over the staff, wondering if they too were going to miss the graduates. Roman thought that he just might, however names and faces will not be remembered as fresh new faces of next year replace what has been lost this year. "When one door closes, another one opens", and this statement has never been truer than it was right now, to welcome the current sixth years into the positions of the seventh years that just graduated today.