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So this was it. In just a few hours, all of the students would be called in for the End of the Year Feast. The last End of the Year Feast. Estrella had been waiting for this moment since the beginning of seventh year, to be free from the painful and brazen hell that consisted of her NEWT studies. The exams were over and her fate was sealed. Now that the hours were ticking away, she was digging her heels into the ground, struggling against the unmerciful behemoth that most referred to as time.
Seven years. This place had been her home for the greater part of a decade, and now she was being cast into the unknown. Seven years of prepping for the great wide world, and the soon-to-be-former Head Girl didn't feel the least bit ready. She had packed up her things for the final time, and wouldn't be returning with them come September. There was the dilemma of where to set her possessions. They called the school home as much as she did. When she got off the train, there would be no one waiting for her. Should she get an apartment in New Zealand, stay with a family member? Go back to the States and try to get a job there? Then there was the issue of her future. She had no real plans, had not applied for anything. She'd always wanted to come back to school and teach, but she didn't think there were any open positions at the school. Who in their right mind would hire an eighteen year old, anyway? She would love to be with Jaken, and hoped that there was something for them in the foreseeable future. Yet, he wanted to be an auror, and she didn't want to be a burden on his career path. All of the what ifs and could've dones gave her a solid headache.
She needed to go somewhere where she could truly relax, where she would hopefully not be bothered. Where to spend your last hours at a place you never wanted to leave? There were many options. Her feet carried her to the only viable spot at Hogwarts New Zealand where she would feel at peace, where she would be able to pick at her brain without it exploding all over heck.
The Rosebush had grown over the six years it had been here. It was neatly trimmed, becoming even more beautiful with each set of new students. Surely they had seen the plant near the lake's edge; did they know who it was tribute too? Rose's face was fuzzy in even Estrella's memory, her voice distant and difficult to recall. Had she dreamed of the girl's presence in her first year? The seventh year Ravenclaw felt guilt- guilt for the fact that she had let her studies, relationships and the drama that swept at life swallow up her few memories of her first best friend like an unwielding and rancid sponge.
Smoothing down her robes, she plopped down next to the plant, admiring the flowers. Even into autumn, they refused to wilt. She hugged her knees to her chest and tried to conjure the face of a young Ravenclaw gone too soon.
Seven years. This place had been her home for the greater part of a decade, and now she was being cast into the unknown. Seven years of prepping for the great wide world, and the soon-to-be-former Head Girl didn't feel the least bit ready. She had packed up her things for the final time, and wouldn't be returning with them come September. There was the dilemma of where to set her possessions. They called the school home as much as she did. When she got off the train, there would be no one waiting for her. Should she get an apartment in New Zealand, stay with a family member? Go back to the States and try to get a job there? Then there was the issue of her future. She had no real plans, had not applied for anything. She'd always wanted to come back to school and teach, but she didn't think there were any open positions at the school. Who in their right mind would hire an eighteen year old, anyway? She would love to be with Jaken, and hoped that there was something for them in the foreseeable future. Yet, he wanted to be an auror, and she didn't want to be a burden on his career path. All of the what ifs and could've dones gave her a solid headache.
She needed to go somewhere where she could truly relax, where she would hopefully not be bothered. Where to spend your last hours at a place you never wanted to leave? There were many options. Her feet carried her to the only viable spot at Hogwarts New Zealand where she would feel at peace, where she would be able to pick at her brain without it exploding all over heck.
The Rosebush had grown over the six years it had been here. It was neatly trimmed, becoming even more beautiful with each set of new students. Surely they had seen the plant near the lake's edge; did they know who it was tribute too? Rose's face was fuzzy in even Estrella's memory, her voice distant and difficult to recall. Had she dreamed of the girl's presence in her first year? The seventh year Ravenclaw felt guilt- guilt for the fact that she had let her studies, relationships and the drama that swept at life swallow up her few memories of her first best friend like an unwielding and rancid sponge.
Smoothing down her robes, she plopped down next to the plant, admiring the flowers. Even into autumn, they refused to wilt. She hugged her knees to her chest and tried to conjure the face of a young Ravenclaw gone too soon.