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[Elio Zephyr]

The day had been one full of emotions. Elio was primarily glad that he and Rowan had made it to the ceremony to see Zennon's Head Boy speech, although it was only once they were in the room that it really hit the prefect that someone who'd come to being the closest thing he'd ever have to a real brother was leaving them. Of course he would do everything he could to look out for both Rowan and Grace while he was at the school, but that didn't make it any easier for Elio. Needing some air and giving the Baros' some time to themselves, Agnes having slid away earlier in the evening, Elio left the Great Hall and headed out towards the entrance hall, curious to see if he'd find any more of his friends in the other years that he'd not had a chance to see much of the last year. He knew he'd been a terrible friend to anyone that wasn't Rowan. He'd more or less abandoned everything to spend his days in the common room, even his grades had fallen so far from the previous year that he had half a mind to think Professor Kingsley would swipe his prefect badge from his robes. His pristine outfit was out the door hours ago, now Elio just wore his white shirt rolled to the elbows, with the smartest pair of trousers he could find, which likely only weren't covered in wrinkles because Rowan had a habit of making sure his side of the room was tidier than ever. With his hands in his pockets, the Gryffindor was headed across towards the large doors that would be welcoming more students in after the summer break, and silently debated the likelihood of getting caught doing some late night tree climbing. ​