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- OOC First Name
- Cyndi
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
- Wand
- Knotted 15 Inch Flexible Oak Wand with Meteorite Dust Core
- Age
- 4/2005
Taking a look around the room, Cyndi was pleased with how beautiful the hall looked on this fine day. The house banners, which took over most of one wall, looked like new as did the chairs that had been placed for the staff, graduates and guests. All of the candles around the hall had been lit, setting of a nice, warm glow about the room. As the guests filed in, she hoped that they were nothing short of impressed with the set-up. The young professor wanted the students to feel proud of the place they had called home for seven years of their life and she wanted the parents to see how well everything- from the halls to the walls to their children- was taken care of.
Having seen one or two of these done before, Cyndi knew the role that she had to play in the graduation. It took a while to get through the speeches, but soon enough it was time for the graduates to stand up and receive their diplomas. Cyndi shook each student's hand with vigor, allowing them enough time to receive the praise from their family before repeating the process. It took a while because this was one of the largest graduating classes the school had seen. She didn't mind much, though her shoes began bothering her about halfway through the ceremony. She figured the students would use the time to allow the experience to sink in, to think about their futures, or to begin thinking about their goodbyes. Cyndi had done all three at her graduation several years earlier.
When the ceremony was over, Cyndi stood on the stage, watching as the students entered the swarm of guests waiting to congratulate them. She waited several moments, stopping to speak to her fellow staff members, before heading into the crowd to congratulate the students and speak to the guests.
Having seen one or two of these done before, Cyndi knew the role that she had to play in the graduation. It took a while to get through the speeches, but soon enough it was time for the graduates to stand up and receive their diplomas. Cyndi shook each student's hand with vigor, allowing them enough time to receive the praise from their family before repeating the process. It took a while because this was one of the largest graduating classes the school had seen. She didn't mind much, though her shoes began bothering her about halfway through the ceremony. She figured the students would use the time to allow the experience to sink in, to think about their futures, or to begin thinking about their goodbyes. Cyndi had done all three at her graduation several years earlier.
When the ceremony was over, Cyndi stood on the stage, watching as the students entered the swarm of guests waiting to congratulate them. She waited several moments, stopping to speak to her fellow staff members, before heading into the crowd to congratulate the students and speak to the guests.