After seven long years, Celia had finally made it to her very last night at Hogwarts. It was surreal to think that in less than 24 hours, she would be free, actually free, and she felt a light, bubbling giddiness at the thought. Her classmates were probably feeling a lot more wistful, but as Celia glanced around the hall, all she could think about was how glad she would be to never see this place again. She listened impatiently as Professor Alcott-Ward began his speech. She didn't care about the house cup, and it was nice to no longer have to pretend she did. Celia was admittedly a little surprised that Lennox had beaten her to top points, but she wasn't upset. The award had always been a means to an end for her, and she had no use for it now. She was just glad neither Ivelisse nor Kita had gotten it.
Professor Alcott-Ward concluded his speech by wishing them a wonderful "break," causing Celia to smirk. The food appeared, which Celia largely ignored. She had never understood how British food could constitute a "feast," and she was more than happy this would be her last one ever. Instead, Celia glanced around to see if she could spot Seamus since he was really the only one at her table she wanted to talk to. She eventually found him — talking to Gwen. Celia frowned. If Gwen was involved, it could be nothing good. It crossed her mind that there was a non-zero possibility that Gwen might try and date him next year. The thought made Celia's stomach twist even though she knew she had no right to feel that way. She glanced back down at the food, reminding herself that she could always talk to Seamus later tonight or even tomorrow at the station.