It seemed like yesterday when he first set his feet on the majestic halls of Hogwarts New Zealand. Seven years had indeed flown without him fully realizing it. And now, here he was, seventeen years of age, unexpected head boy, with his pale hair framing his equally pale face, sitting among the students, who, like him, were soon to leave the school which served as their home for the past seven years, and this time, it would be for good. There would be no coming back after the holiday, no more classes to attend, no more detentions, no more exams to sit on. They would be graduating. It would be the end of their journey as a Hogwarts student. An end of a chapter of their lives, and a start of a new one.
Though Raziel had never been a social butterfly, and though he spent majority of his years by himself, sometimes in the company of his friend, Dante (Though he still did consider Conan as a friend despite not being able to spend much time with him), he would surely miss the place. He had been a fairly average student, sailing through his classes without attracting much attention to himself (which was a choice, as opposed to what was thought by many as a consequence of him being inept at conversing and connecting with other people), that it was such a surprise when he had been awarded head boy. Hogwarts had taught him a lot, and though he wasn't really fond of the student population, he did love the school. It might be odd to like a place and dislike the other things that had to do with it, but such was the case with him. He liked the library full of books, which, unfortunately, he hadn't had much time to read, he liked the lakefront, he liked the Ravenclaw common room, he liked the school. He might not miss the noise, the students (with the exception of Dante and Conan of course), not the professors, but he would miss Hogwarts. Hogwarts had accepted him for who he was, despite the monster lurking within him, ready to come out every full moon, protected him, and for that, he was infinitely thankful. Perhaps that was the real reason why, despite not being a leader and not liking the responsibility, he decided to keep being a head boy (his family and Dante, again, was another reason). He would not deny, however, that he did thought about giving the title up, for it was too much trouble, but it was also that title that had made him discover and experience more things, even though he wasn't very happy with all of it. His seventh year had been eventful, with it starting with that disastrous prefect meeting, which, even if one would ask him now, he didn't regret. It did put him in some students' list of most disliked persons, but he didn't care. He made a choice then, that was it.
The Ravenclaw shook his head, he was getting rather bored and rather hungry too, but it would be rude to just stand up when the head girl was giving her 'lengthy' speech (at least in his opinion, it was lengthy, in fact, he was getting tired by just listening to her talk). And besides, he had to do one more thing in this ceremony, something which he wasn't really looking forward to. Raziel didn't like a lot of the head boy's responsibilities, but among those which was 'written' in his job description, it was perhaps this one that he didn't like the most. If you knew Raziel Kim, you would know that he rarely speaks, and he ever does, it was in small sentences, and often directed towards a small group, if not one person, not to this many. Contrary to what other's might think though, it wasn't because he was shy, for he was far from being shy. He just didn't like talking. Talking was just a waste especially if the receiver wasn't interested in what you were saying. He could speak for the other students, but he wasn't really interested to what was being said by the head girl right now. He had nothing against the head girl though, for she had been a great help during the past year. But he had other things to do, like 'say' goodbye to his friend for example. But perhaps, her speech could inspire the students, after all, people tend to shine when they had people believing in them.
The head boy shifted in his seat, changing position as his muscles were growing stiff already. He would be speaking next (an agreement between him and Ai), and he hadn't really prepared anything. At least, he hadn't prepared a speech as long as Ai's. These people had their own wills, and Ai had already done a great job at giving them a push. Soon, it was his turn and he walked slowly towards the podium. He didn't like the attention that he was receiving but as usual, his face remained impassive. He bend down to pick up the piece of parchment that used to be the speech that the head girl had prepared and put it in his pocket. It wasn't really nice to make a mess after all. He then straightened his posture, approached the podium, and surveyed the crowd with a rather blank look, as if he rather be somewhere else that stand where he was now, which was true. (he still had books to read and things to accomplish after all). He wasn't inspirational. Merlin! He wasn't even an optimist. He was silent for what seemed like a minute, just him watching the crowd with his observant eyes, and when he opened his mouth, it wasn't to greet anyone nor to congratulate them. "...She said everything." It wasn't such a good way to start a speech, in fact, when one is being asked to prepare a speech, one should never start it this way, and never end it this way too, but in Raziel's case, it was highly likely that this would be the end of his 'speech' already. But it was true, Ai had already said everything. Anything he says would just echo her message, it wouldn't make any difference. And if people were listening to Ai, they didn't need him to repeat her message yet again. He bowed, ready to leave and return to his seat, but a glimpse of the headmaster, his family, and some familiar faces made him consider his actions a bit. Graduations, he thought, weren't really for the students, it was more for their family and the school. Raziel owed his family, he owed his school too, so maybe, he owed these students as well. Perhaps it wouldn't hurt to leave his comfort zone and speak a few more just this time, he didn't have to say much. Kind words were short and easy to speak, but their echoes would last long. He approached the podium again, "Find your purpose... best wishes," he added, though his tone was still flat it didn't sound as inspirational and as sincere as opposed as to when someone would speak it with emotion. He meant every single word though. And with a nod, he took a step back and made a full ninety degree bow. He had said enough, and coupled with Ai's speech, they already done a lot of inspiring for this day. He then returned to his seat and once seated, he took out the parchment from his pocket and handed it back to the head girl. It was hers after all.
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