One of the perks of being a prefect was that Jeremy actually got to attend the graduation ceremony. Today, he sat in a seat in the back more out of curiosity about the ceremony than any interest in a particular student. He noticed quite a few prefects sitting in the front awaiting their diplomas, however, so he realized that he did know more people who would be graduating than he thought he would. Listening quietly, Jeremy clapped along with the other guests at just the right moments. When the graduates finally began crossing the stage, Jeremy imagined himself up there receiving his own diploma. He couldn't wait to do it, though he was still not ready to graduate. He'd only just gotten used to being in an actual school and he was really beginning to enjoy it.
Clapping with more enthusiasm when Jeremy actually recognized a face or a name, Jeremy wondered what would happen to each person. He figured that like graduates before them, several of them would become quidditch pros, others would be Ministry Officials and some he had no clue what they would do. Jeremy still wasn't exactly sure what he wanted to do, so he often wondered if the older students knew. Was it something he would be more clear on after he'd taken his OWLs? The teenager sure hoped so.