Dusky put down the quill and stepped back from the wall where she had been 'vandalising school property'. She took a deep breath. The ink was permanent, and would not be removed by Filch's scrubbing - though no doubt, should Giordano or McAmis step in, some magic would quickly remove it.

Please don't let them.

It was hard for her to tell which was stranger for her - the idea that she was a seventh year, about to graduate ... or that she'd once been a first year.

Teaching Wizard Chess to Silverdawn in the Hog's Head - no proper place for eleven year olds, but she'd gone there again with Jazz and Kalina to have drinks - and that's hardly proper.

The first time she walked off the train, and smack into the most gorgeous Slytherin imaginable - Calypso something-or-other. Twit. Dusky grinned.

Yep... lots had happened. Oh well, too bad. We all leave some day.

And she left.

((OOC: I would like to invite all seventh years, present or future, should they like to, to add theirselves to this wall, 'immortalising' themselves, and remembering what they wish of their journey through Hogwarts. For the sanity of those who just want to see what you wrote, it might be sensible to put your quote at the top of your roleplay, and follow it with the roleplay itself. In character, this is the last day of term - so hopefully we won't get in trouble from Filch. Otherwise ... it's been a pleasure doing this with you all.))

Tristessa hesitantly stepped away from what she had wrote. She flicked her wand down and muttered something so the 'olive green ink' it was producing, ceased.

She skedaddled out of the trophy room and headed back to her dorm to pack.. such a shame that this was the last time she'd be in this school.. She brushed a tear away from her eye as she left..

Coraline looked at the list so far. She'd have to remember to come back at the end of the day. It would probably be much longer by then, and she was curious about what everyone else would write.

But too much lingering would get her caught. Although, if she really cared about that, she'd hardly have written her name. Coraline walked out of the trophy room thinking about how this time next year, she would have spent an entire year back home.

Whitney’s hand fell to her side as her act of vandalism was over. She took a deep gulp and turned away, this was the last time she’d ever see the trophy room where her name was now upon the wall. Goodbye love.

Stepping back, Jazz smiled at the growing graffiti on the wall. She really hoped Filch didn’t use some magical eraser and remove the scribblings. It’d be nice to come back someday and see what she and her classmates had written here; to see what others had added.

Merlin, she’d miss this place.

She wouldn't miss the encounters with the Death Eaters, though. But she'd learned from them too, strangely. Like not to go to the Forest, since monsters do exist. Not to take candy from a stranger, since you never knew what you might turn into. Always tell an auror the truth, since they'll find out anyway. And curses hurt, never forgotten, but they can make you stronger inside too.

Uncle Nick had asked her to travel with him, and invited her to bring along a friend or two. She still hadn’t talked to Dusky, but she intended on seeing if Ducks wanted to see the world. (And help her finally figure out exactly what her uncle did in all his travels…that was still a mystery!)

Maybe she’d Owl Jude too…;)

Alatari sighed and looked at the other things her yearmates had written. She ran her fingers over the other words, a small smile playing at her lips. It had been seven years. She had come here as a teeny eleven-year-old girl, and now she was eighteen. She was now an adult. These last years had been amazing, but she would miss this place. She took a deep breath, letting it out heavily, feeling tears creep up on her. The last few weeks... she had been crying the entire time.

She was really going to miss Hogwarts. She'd miss sitting on the squishy couch and giving Jordan advice. Poor boy, he'd asked her out. He was so darn cute! Not cute enough to tempt her, because that'd be weird. He was like the little brother she'd never had, since her older one was insane. She didn't feel bad that she wasn't exactly close with the seventh years who'd managed to stay in school. He was probably her best friend. She'd miss telling him off for not doing his homework, and for dating girls and acting like he was so cool.

Alatari smiled and then turned away. It was time to start packing up, school was going to be out soon. One chapter of her life was over. The other ones? Well, if she didn't blow a potion up on accident and kill herself, then another one was about to begin.

Skyler let her hand fall from the wall with a little puff of exhaled air. Well, that was that. There was something slightly...odd that her last act as a Hogwarts student had been one of vandalism. She'd never really been a rule breaker. Not that she had any particular respect for the rules - oh no, she ploughed right on through them when she had to - it was just that she'd never had any reason to ignore them before. Not really. Skyler figured this was as good as any - the next best thing to shrinking the castle down to snowglobe size and carrying it off, like she'd suggested to Whitney. As a joke, of course. Erm, yeah.

At least this way there'd always be something of her left here...even if it was only her handwriting. Provided Filch didn't figure out how to get it off, that was.

She reread her words one last time before turning away. Yes, she'd survived Hogwarts. Death Eater attacks and NEWT workload and all. Hallelujah. Now watch her manage to fall down the stairs and break her neck on the way out.

Camden looked over his scrawling letters once more. Was he really that bitter of a person? He'd grown to be one, that was for sure. It wasn't anyone's fault in particular's he assumed. He was just tired and his muscles hurt and he needed to go. Not just from this spot but Hogwarts was done for him. He was going to be gone in a matter of days and he wasn't planning on looking back.

Forward was his new direction...

With a sigh he ran his fingers over the words one last time and stood, shoving his hands in his pockets as he looked around. So this was the end? Well. Once was enough he supposed.

QUOTE

Kelly Caeruleus
Ravenclaw
(2006-2013)

Wow... I never thought that seven years could go by quite so quickly. I've met so many people here who I will never forget. So many faces have come and gone. Only at Hogwarts does one have the chance to be a witch, a duellist, a Prefect, a student, and a friend. I wouldn't replace the time I have spent in these walls for anything in the world. I'll miss you, Hogwarts. I'm not sure what'll happen next, and I think I might miss the safety, the certainty that I've had here. Oh well. I guess it's time to go and live my life.

Kelly looked at the words she had written, below the other marks of her friends and classmates. She had never really thought about her time here at Hogwarts like that, not until she had written it all out. And now, it was over. She had no regrets. not really. It really was time for her to go out and live.

Estelle quirked an eyebrow as she glanced over the previous messages on the trophy room wall, idly sucking a sugar quill. She'd been scarce about the castle lately, coming and going from her grandfather's house as his health deteriorated and thoroughly managing to completely ignore her homework. She imagined Hogwarts would be eager to get rid of her lazy, troublesome arse. All was well that ended well, she supposed - as long as she left Hogwarts with both herself and the castle in one piece, the professors couldn't complain much.

Still, a final word for the future generations of Hogwartians to oggle was an irresistable opportunity. Perhaps one day Araceli would be here, writing something just beneath hers. Then again, probably not... If Estelle was a slacker, Celi was practically catatonic when it came to ambition. Yet another dropout Ruiz was likely. With a delicate shrug, Estelle pulled a quill from her bag and began to scribble out her legacy on the wall.

Mel wasn't overly sad at leaving, she was mostly an introverted girl, never really becoming close to anyone in particular. She wasn't filled with regret or sorrow as most seemed to be. She had enjoyed her time, her dorm mates are lovely girls she'll always remember with a smile. But Hogwarts was never really her home. She looked at the messages left by her house mates. She briefly touched her hand against the message left by Cam. He was a sweet guy and she hoped that he found the answers seemed to be searching for.

It was time she moved on. One year travelling before settling down to do further studies of History ad Divination in Romania with the Gypsies was more her style. With a little smile & a lot of great memories, she left her message. Hopefully she hadn't disappointed her house too much over the years.

She turned and left, knowing she would not be returning any time soon.

((OOC: Shouldn't everyone be graduating in 2014? After all, graduation is in the spring, correct? So it would be the same year as the one next year's Ickles begin in. If I'm wrong, someone please PM me.))

((OOC Edit: Look at the Quidditch Cup thread in this room. VH Year 4 was 2006-2007. So everyone who started in year 4 started in 2006. I started in year 3, hence 2005. Everyone in here is wrong except for me. *struts his stuff*))



Kernan stepped away from the wall. He still wasn't convinced this was a good idea, but it was the only way to stop Stela from badgering him about it. Perhaps she was right. Even though his name appeared on a couple Quidditch cups in the case along the wall, Kernan doubted anyone would know that he was there. As a student, he was not there more often then not. "I'll never be a good magician, but I can't deny that I can use magic...." he whispered to himself. Kernan ran his fingers over the words, wondering if they truly reflected who he was and what Hogwarts meant to him. "Perhaps not, but I may never know what this place means to me. Even now it feels both familar and unsettling," he looked around watching the paintings watch him, "even after all these years."

Kernan looked back at the message, staring as memories from the past eight years floated through his mind. Joy, pain, triumph, loss, loneliness... Then he shock himself out of it. "Jeez... I think too much. And I should try being less emo..." he said as he walked away.

Alright, she finished making some sort of mark… honestly it wasn’t all that much and she wasn’t really interested in making some long writing about good old days and such. Oasis hadn’t been the friendliest person, she wasn’t in denial about that, but who would keep up the score… Perhaps she should have placed the tally number down instead of this? Perhaps… but alas, she didn’t want to anymore.

It didn’t bother her they were writing on the wall… didn’t bother her that she wasn’t the first one to do it… or that if she got caught she would end up in serious trouble. No, she didn’t mind one bit in fact, not one! She was just having a little problem figuring out whether or not she was going to change the sign… again.

Shrugging to herself, Oasis turned from the wall walked away… the other signs had been entertaining for a little while but no longer so. The Trophy Room wasn’t her favourite room… and honestly it was far beyond her time to leave.

Good day and goodbye!

Well, he was not very sure if this was a good idea. But a quick glance told him there were many important names already carved in here: Jasmine Snow… Kernan had even grabbed something in his own nostalgic way.

It was decided, Feuris would do the same as his friends, acquaintances or just school partners had done before him.


Well, it seemed he would compete with Kern for the drama queen award. But yeah, it resumed what he felt: his quidditch victories with his team mates, being a prefect, being a decent dueler, wearing a Scooby Doo outfit for certain Astronomy teacher, openly antagonizing Lucius Malfoy (like bidding for the same girl… the school governor doing it no doubt to irk him), even fighting Death Eaters and surviving that stupid bravery act… all was tarnished with the names of people he felt he failed to: Jasmine Snow, the love he betrayed; his dad, the one who had faith that he would manage his responsibilities; Janus, the pen pal friend who just remained that; Darrington Darque, the enemy he didn’t have the final showdown with; Roh, the girl who had waited for him and still he couldn’t give his heart completely to. The most important now was Roh since they would spend their rest of their lives, hopefully, together.

Well, the future was a sea of uncertainties and Divination was crap for him. But like he had wrote: Feuris Dragonsbane would walk forward no matter what.

[(OOC: {[1]} All the rant about time was taken from http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Time So maybe I got you curious and you read a little bit about concepts we use for granted... hehehe)]

Atrus wished that someone would have imparted that advice to him when he was young, but it would now be prepetuated on the Wall in the Trophy Room forevermore.

So here he was. Atrus with some tears streaming down his face, a jar of color changing ink, and a quill stood facing the wall, he'd signed his name and imparted his wisdome for futrue graduates. He looked at the wall and looked at the names of all the people who had gone before him, there were people he knew and people he didn't. Atrus knew though that they all had one thing in common, they all went to Hogwarts, and were all a part of the same community of people who lived at the school.

With tears in his eyes he read the signatures of everyone's signatures who were around his, and he suddenly realized how many amazing memories he'd had at the school, all the friends he'd made and lost. He had so many relatives come through that Hogwarts hadn't seemed like a big deal when he'd come through because his family was still all around. Now being the oldest Valentein, and only one of two he realized how special this chapter of his life had been, and how much he would miss it.

He was about to leave when he imparted a quote he loved that his grandpa had told him, and he thought it was fitting, he put it just above his name and Atrus wrote it in a special bottle of color changing ink, that only changed 4 colors, red, yellow, green and blue:

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Soon to be gone... Never to b e forgotten!

Once he had finished writing that on the wall he proceeded to go up to his dormitory for the last time, and bring his trunk down to the great hall. That act would officially end the final chapter of his childhood and begin the first chapter of his life as an adult.

((The quote at the top comes from the Musical Wicked, and The song Here's to the Nights by Eve 6. The Quote at the bottom is a quote that I came up with. This post takes place on Atrus' final day at Hogwarts.))

Jane stepped back and took a moment to let it all sink it. So many names on this wall had gone before her; the Hufflepuff allowed her hand to brush lovingly over a few names—Jazz, Meloria, Dusky. And now, as the ink dried she too would leave the last bit of herself here at Hogwarts forever. Would she be remembered? Would there someday be students who read her name on a plaque, or carved into the window sill of her beloved Loca Java, and wonder who she was?

Tears welled up in her eyes, and for the first time in days, Jane didn’t try to suppress them. Here was a safe place to cry; a safe place to say her final goodbye to Hogwarts. Hopefully not forever, but then again, if it was to be so, it’s like the song goes....Hogwarts would be with her, like a handprint on her heart.

Pressing her hand one last time to the cool stone of the castle, she could feel the ancient magic of the place reach out to her once more. “Thank you,” she whispered and took her first step toward whatever lay ahead.

((quote from Wicked.))

Brenna Page, was in her last term at Hogwarts. The fact that she’d not be returning to the school as a student ever again, had finally hit home with the red haired, green eyed girl. She’d spent quite a bit of time here, and the familiarity of the place was quite comforting, despite all the odd, mundane and even tramautic events that had transpired with in the stone walls. She could rest assured though that those events were quite normal for just about every teenager...even wizarding ones.

Entering the trophy room after Potions, her bag heavy with NEWT level assignments that had yet to be completed she looked about the room, her eyes flickering from one spot to another, resting here and there, a snarky smile gracing her lips as her vision landed on a particular trophy, a name of a house member engraved on the shiny surface. She wasn’t sure what had brought her to this particular place, but here she was. Pausing and looking at the latest dueling trophies that had been added to one of the cabinets, Brenna squinted, trying to get a better looking at the smallish print scribbled near the trophy.

Reading the first scribble and noticing several more, Brenna arched a brow, walking along the wall slowly and noting that more than one person had taken special liberties. Feeling rather nostalgic as she recognized several names scrawled at the end of the notes, she decided then and there that she’d leave her mark as well. Why not? There was no one around to catch her, and the worst that would happen is it would be cleaned off. Pulling out a self inking quill and selecting a blank spot on the wall... she began to write.

QUOTE

Here’s to...

Ravenclaw and the padded cell,
Quidditch games and stolen bats,
Prefectdom, mentoring and to not so ickle ickles.
Old friends—Jeneva, Lela, Rory, Alex, Crey, Roh and the rest.
Dueling Leaches, and snowy kisses with Dukes.
To the girls, Oliver and Eleanor.

Being the original Princess.

Brenna Marie Page, 2007-2014

For the last time, Danny Donaldson was sneaking out after hours. It was the night before they left for home and the Hufflepuff couldn’t bring himself to the Trophy Room before. This was all too weird of a feeling. As a muggleborn, the now adult wizard had a hard time differentiating magic and Hogwarts from another. Being thrown into the world, the meanings of the words would forever be connected in a huge way. Making his way past prefects and staff, Danny shook his head. It was very difficult to believe he was graduating.

Before tonight, he never had the nerve to search for the alumni last words. Seeing things written by some of his old friends would have thrown Danny out of his comfort zone and who knew how he would react? Even as a first year, emotion was something that always confused the redhead. It didn’t get all that much better with age. For the first time, Danny read over the notes of the older students and he suddenly felt awfully uncomfortable. Jazz, Dusky…and then of course, those two names lead to a bunch of his other old friends… And instead of crying or ever voicing these feelings, Danny let the writing do all the talking he'd ever need to.

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Hogwarts will always hold a special place in my heart. I will forever look at it as the place where I found myself. Before I came here, I was a muggle with accidental bursts of magic. I have never felt so accepted, so normal, at this school of wizardry and although I am ready for the real world, I am nervous to leave my home of the past seven years. Being sorted into Hufflepuff will always be one of the best things that have ever happened to me. I found acceptance, loyalty, friendship and so much more in the House. I found everything I so desperately needed. I made some great friends and I will never forget a single one of them. Jazz my mentor, Dusky my captain, Lexi my first crush, Kalina my buddy, Aurora and Shelly my first best friends, Jane my enemy turned great friend, and Candy, what can I say about you? Well, I am awfully happy we stopped ’hating’ each other and decided to take a very opposite route. Ashlei, I do respect you. Maddie, Amanda, Candy, Crispin, Dayna, Deedee, Guin, Henry, Luxiebear, Mabey, Marnie, Mel, Rathe and Vince… you were the best team a captain could ever ask for.

Oh, and the Professor Prewett, if you ever read this, thank you for everything and sorry for the constant headaches.

P.S. A note to the Hufflepuff Quidditch team. Until I die, I’ll be in the stands cheering. And other teams, those obnoxious jeers will be from me.

P.P.S. Maddie… I still don’t want you holding any boy’s hand. Ever. Actually, the same goes for all of you.

Thank you Hogwarts,

Danny Donaldson, Hufflepuff, 2007-2014.

There were so many things left unsaid but they were things Danny had to work on by himself. It wasn't anyone's problems but his. But what was important to write down was to let the special people in his time at Hogwarts and thats exactly what he did. Reading over all of the wall one last time, Danny realized this was the last night he'd ever spend in Hogwarts. This time tomorrow, he'd back home living with his parents for a few months until he got a steady job. Man. That was going to be rough. He'd give anything to stay in the school but it just wasn't possible. Sighing, the wizard walked out of the Trophy Room and back into the halls of Hogwarts.

And here's to you, my surviving friends and classmates, my friends and companions for so many years.

Jane Craven, my constant roomie, my lifelong friend: for all the times you bailed me out by giving me your Potions notes, for surviving and outlasting all the other easy-come-easy-go roommates who flashed through our quarters like shooting stars, for all the trouble we got into (raiding Trimble's office, when I got turned into a kitten; getting trapped by giant spiders in the Forbidden Forest), for all the duels we fought, and the cups of cocoa we consumed late at night in the Kitchens, for all the stories we will NOT be telling our kids--love ya, mate!!

Sorsha Corvidae, my favorite Slytherin--I owe you so much for standing by me during dark times as well as bright, ever since before we were Sorted. I will never forget you in Viking armor, being a Stooge. You are one of the most intelligent, nicest people I know. And I owe you a life-debt. You are a sister.

Spike von Haus, I also owe you a life-debt. We will be friends for the long haul. My friend, may you and Sorsha have all the happiness you deserve. (a lot!) And may you both be unscathed by the depredations of evil minds.

To my teachers and mentors, thank you for showing me the Wizarding world in all its complexity and fascination. And to my beloved House of Hufflepuff and all its members, all respect, love, and honor.

Last but hardly least: to the House-elves who took such good care of us all, to the ghosts and the portraits, and the other denizens of Hogwarts Castle, and to my dear little IoJava and Big Bird, my faithful companions: my love and thanks for getting me through seven crazy years.
--Vee

Wot she sed.
--Pyrat Jenny

Ahi nibbled on the end of her quill thoughtfully, was there anything more to say? Oh, how she wanted to write little notes about all the players on the team. Everyone had their own little twist to inject into Quidditch and the hours she had spent laughing (and crying, and screaming, and stressing, and needing sleep) with them was something she would never forget. Hopefully she would get drafted onto a Professional Quidditch team (ZOMG PLEEB HOLLYHEAD HARPIES!!) and her dreams really would come true. If that happened she'd only have made it because of the dedication and perseverance of the Slytherin teams she had the esteemed pleasure of playing on.

The tall Hawaiian felt her nose start to run and quickly sniffled. She was probably getting a cold. Raising a hand, she swiped her eye and growled when she found they were slightly damp. Yep, she was totally getting ill. Her throat felt thick and she was having difficulty swallowing and the more she looked upon the worlds she'd permanently inked (hopefully forever) on the Hogwart's property, the worse she began to feel.

DUST! It was the dust from the trophy cases, it had to be! What else could make her react in such a way? Someone obviously was not doing their job and needed a firm talking to. Debating on if she should visit the school nurse or report this horrible breach in school cleanliness, Ahi stomped off in her favorite boots to put an end to this outrage. It was not until she was outside the trophy room that she realized that she would be unable to explain how she had become ill to the nurse or that the condition of the trophy room was such a violation. It would be impossible now that she had defaced school property. Darn it!

Taking a deep breath and opting to suffer through whatever currently ailed her, Ahi spun on her heel and started to slowly wander back towards the Slytherin common room, her mind swimming with memories of the past seven years.

Andie had heard about that part of the trophy room where former students had written a few words before leaving the castle, but she had stored the information in a far corner of her mind. Until that day, after her last NEWT had been completed, and the whole school was buzzing with chatters of holidays and packing.
That was when the realisation hit. Hard. She would have to go away from Hogwarts.
Some feeling of pure panic crept through her mind at that thought, soon replaced by nostalgia. That meant she would never be able to spend time in the library, nor in the Ravenclaw Common Room she liked so much. She needed to make the most of her few days left in the castle, and that meant visiting each and every room.

So there she was, standing in the Trophy Room, looking at that place on the wall where everything was written.
Kneeling on the ground, she silently read the scribblings on the wall, and felt tears swell up in her eyes. ‘I must not cry.’ Andie told herself mentally. But when she found writings of people she knew, people she loved and had spent seven years with, she couldn’t hold the tears anymore. And she let them flow while she wrote those words she would probably never have been able to say.

QUOTE

Hogwarts

I am so grateful to have come here for my school years.
I’m sure I will miss the castle and everyone here for a long time, and will always cherish the years I’ve spent at Hogwarts.
Spending seven years here has helped me become who I am today.
I am definitely not ready to leave, and I think in a sense a part of me will always live here.

Thank you to all the professors for teaching me so much through all these years.
Thank you to all Ravenclaws for making this House the best and nicest to live in. You have always been like a family for me, and will remain as such always. I must say I’m extremely proud to be one of you.
Thank you to Oliver and Eleanor for being the best Heads we could dream of.

To Atrus, Oliver, Ashlei, Brenna, Spike and all the others: I love you, and I hope we will keep in touch.
To Brynne and Winter, and my other mentees: I love you and I’m sure you’ll do great. I’m proud of you!
To all my classmates: I will miss you all, even those I don’t know well.
To every person at Hogwarts, past, present and future, enjoy this as much as you can!

Je vous aime et je ne vous oublierai jamais.

~Andrialien Dubois~
Ravenclaw
2007-2014

Andie could have gone on like that for hours, simply listing of the top of her mind every single people she would miss. But she simply did not have enough time. She was expected to meet all the other seventh years for a Graduation Ceremony on the Lawn, to celebrate the end of the NEWTS and their childhood.
Wiping the tears off her face, Andie stood up and took a last glance at the room, before walking through the door with a swift pace. She was not going to be late for her last important event at Hogwarts.

Ashlei stood in the deserted Trophy Room, clutching a quill and a bottle of permanent ink. In just a few minutes, it would be time to grab her trunk and leave Hogwarts. For good. Her time had run out. It was a sad thought - for almost seven years, she'd thought of Hogwarts as home, or at least a better one than the one her parents lived in. That house was their home, this one was hers. And she was losing it. The future stretched out before her, long, empty, and uncertain, and it was the impending arrival of that future that had driven her to do something she hadn't thought she ever would - break a school rule.

At least she would be in good company, and, in fact, if it wasn't for the company she wouldn't even be contemplating doing this. But long messages from both her year and the previous were displayed on this wall, surely her small signature would not be adding much to the mess. She took the time to read the others first, though, letting memories flood through her as she read each familiar name.

Some were more familiar than others...wait, was that her name, already on here? Ashlei leaned closer, her fingers sliding across the stone just under the familiar letters, and the stranger ones that followed. Ashlei, I do respect you. Her heart swelled with something she couldn't define, and water pooled at the corners of her eyes. That was the worst part about leaving Hogwarts, really. She'd wasted so much time being afraid of everyone, and it was only now, as she was finally gaining a few normal friends, that she had to leave. She should have had seven years like this, not two...

Wiping at her eyes, Ashlei sniffled and stepped back from the wall, looking for a clear place to emblazon her own name. Another oddity stopped her in her tracks. She could understand why Danny mentioned her, given their out-of-class interactions, but Andie was much more surprising. She remembered the girl, of course, but she'd never suspected the girl remembered her. Keep in touch. Ashlei hadn't a clue how to go about that, but she was suddenly motivated to try.

And she was wasting time. Leaving by train would be bad enough, she didn't want to miss it and have to Apparate. Besides, Candace would never forgive her, or let her forget it. Uncorking her bottle of ink, Ashlei dipped her quill, stepped up to a clear section of wall, and began to write. Her words were simple, compared to what the others had done, but she knew she wouldn't be embarrased by them, ten years from now. It was enough.

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This is for Hufflepuff. This is for Quidditch. This is for the amazing people I met along the way. This is in memory of friends, foes, and fun. This is to the best years of my life. And this is for those people I yelled at, screamed at, and was all around horrible to. I would apologize…but I’m not really sorry.

Don’t forget me, Hogwarts.
Candace Isabel Smith, 2007-2014

Candace stood in front of the graffiti wall with a smirk. Some people wrote novels. Candace wasn't like that. She wasn't sure she could write a novel. But she was positive that she could write something to ensure that Hogwarts wouldn't be able to forget her. Or, at least she would try her hardest.

She had never been quite sure if she had left an impact on Hogwarts. Sure, she would like to think so, but...would people remember her after she left? The Quidditch team wouldn't forget her. The Prefects probably would like to forget her. Guin would be all alone after Candace left. And there were a few ickles who would remember her in a good light...and some, who would not.

But, she would remember Hogwarts, and that was enough, right? Candace set her quill down, and sighed. At least, even if she wasn't remember, she had some great memories of her own. The Hufflepuff walked out of the Trophy Room, down the stairs, and out of Hogwarts for the last time. The real world, beware, because here she comes!

This was the one part of graduating Ben had been avoiding the most. Signing this wall made it real. It made it true that he would be leaving the school in the next few days, and that he would have to be a grown up. He would have to leave all the excitement of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team, and the power that came with Prefectdom, and the status of being Head Boy. Unlike his sister, ever the independent one, Ben Kennedy was nostalgic and clingy. And he would fight the departure of his childhood tooth and nail.

It was inevitable that he would leave, though. And while he might age, he knew he would never grow up. It just wasn't in his genes. It was with this somewhat-comforting thought that he scribbled his message on the wall of the Hogwarts trophy room for all future seventh years to see.

Echoing through the otherwise hushed corridor, steady footfalls carried a young blonde male in his late teens to a place he had not visited in some years. A ray of moonlight pierced through clouds and stained windows, conveniently illuminating the prefect badge pinned to the crest of his robes for a split second, disenchanting the scene as he passed by and leaving him once more in semi-darkness. It was the middle of the night, and though he wasn’t necessarily allowed to be up this late, neither was he supposed to be leaving his final testament etched onto school property.

For all his years here, Ryan Paddock had never been known as a vandal.

It had become somewhat of a tradition now that graduates were to scribble their last wishes and remarks onto a stone in the Trophy Room. He hadn’t seen them, of course, since the last time he had been there was in his Third Year when he had to rescue one Madison Graves from the clutches of that prat Faraz Memon, but he had heard the rumors. Dusky was to have started this custom, apparently, though he hadn’t really paid attention to what was being said about most graduating students until he, unfortunately, had become one.

Folding his hands into his pockets, the thought made him ache with doubt. What did he have to say that really mattered anyway? Years from now, would anyone look at his narrow, flowy writing and admire what it must have been like to be him? For that matter, was there anyone now that he had left an honest impression upon?

His lithe frame moved forward though, acting against his hesitation. Nothing was particularly poignant about this moment besides the fact that he knew that it was very private, very intimate. It was just him, alone with his thoughts and feelings. In this narrow stretch of stone hallway he let his memories steal him, reliving in his minds eye the life lessons he would take from this place. Hogwarts had taught him a great deal, most importantly of which was how to be true to ones self. If anything could be said about Ryan Paddock in the years after he left, he would have preferred it to be that he was the best person he could be, and no one could have asked for anything more.

However, he knew this to be somewhat moot.

Wrenching open the door to the Trophy Room with an iconic creak, he pushed through and found the scene to be quite haunting. The shine and luster of the various awards, plaques, and medals seemed to cast their own light and gave the room a somewhat ethereal feel. It reminded him of when he used to swim in the lake on those mercifully warm summer days, with that strong, almost blinding shimmer on the water’s surface. Then you took a dive underneath it and your vision blurred, with only the hard, opaque light to give you any sense of clarity.

How dramatic, he thought lamely to himself, coming to rest his green eyes on the Quidditch Cup Trophy Case. Once more he was hit with a pang of regret and he turned his head away to find, like he had hoped, The Wall. Aiming his wand, he murmured the incantation ‘Lumos’ and moved to read the darkened scrawl. Like he had been told, each brick was devoted to a single alumni. Some had taken up much larger stones than others, of course, but Ryan admired them all equally.

Drawing his fingers against the cold stone, he felt the rise and fall of the ink. The smoothness of it was somewhat comforting, and he held his wand in his mouth as he retrieved a quill and some specially prepared ink for the task. With his height, Ryan was able to write on the otherwise hard to reach areas of The Wall, and so had more option as to where he could leave his mark. Noting that Ben had written somewhere towards the top, he was leery to have his memoir left anywhere near his and chose a spot nestled in between some familiar names.

Holding his quill upright, the tip hovered a breath away from the weathered rock and once more doubt provoked him. Closing his eyes, he gnawed gently on his wand and thought of why he had come here. This was his final moment of truth here at Hogwarts, his last stand. What legacy did he have to leave behind?

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Ryan Kisho Paddock
Gryffindor Quidditch Captain
Prefect
2008-2015

In commemoration of:

The laughter
the tears
the strengths
the fears.

The eats
the drinks
the flirts
the winks.

The home
the dream
the promises
the team.

Sakura, Calen, Whitney, Lelly, Allie, Ben, Juli, Alyson, Liz, Alicia, Janus, Amber, James, Stella, Peggy, Lina, Bahh, Sidi, Sierra, Mei, Jeneva, Brenna, Eleanor, Kathryn, Dusky, and to countless others past, present, and future.

My years mean nothing without you all, and if I were to leave anything worthwhile here it would be the love and affection I have shared with everyone I have ever met. If this is an example that you may make use of, then there is no higher honor I can serve.

Remember always: One heart, one soul, one team, one goal.

Farewell Hogwarts, I shall miss thee always and dearly.

The past few years Shanian had sat here staring at this wall dreading the moment where she would be the one signing it. Now that she was about to graduate, the time had come for her to add her memories of Hogwarts but how to sum up the last seven years in such a few sweet words. Surely most people didn't want to read a long log on how many boys she had a crush on or what types of trouble she used to get into. The best thing to do was making this message short and sweet. Taking out some purple ink, Shanian wrote out the following words...

Here Katana was about to sign her life away on some wall that had pretty colors all over it. Sniffling at the thought of graduating, she could hardly believe that life had taken her to this one point in her life she had been dreading for the last seven years. It seemed just like yesterday when Katana had entered this school and became a Gryffindor. Throughout the years this house had suited her well but now it was time to move on. Both Chris and Ashy had been there for her most of the times and made life more worth living even during the worst of times. Deciding not to dwell to much on these everylasting memories, Katana wrote a nice short and sweet message.

((Yeah. I post things four years late. Sue me.))

*Will edit I swear*

In a few days time, Brooke would be leaving Hogwarts for the last time. No more would she be patrolling the hallways, helping the first years or even enjoying a block of Honeydukes finest with friends while pretending to study. It was a sad thought, but also a happy one, because new challenges lay ahead and the unknown was at her doorstep.

The leaving Prefect made her way up to the Trophy room. A few years earlier, someone had left a message written on the wall as a parting gesture, and many students since had followed. Now it was her turn.

[Might as well post this now...*shrug*]

As Owen had seen every year since Dusky started it, it was finally Owen's turn to vandalize the wall and make his mark on Hogwart's forever. You know...this could totally give the school a reason to stop him from graduating. But all well. Soon enough the rest of his class will join in in writing their message up on this wall. And so Owen would be a loser if he DIDN'T do it. Plus, he liked being the first one to do things. He was a trend-setter anyways. However, the year had gone by a lot faster than Owen had expected, and now he had to go out...into the world...and find a job. Oh how crazy this all was. And surreal. However, he had put it off long enough. Grabbing his wand, Owen began his work.




And now, all that was left to do was graduate.

Goodbye child-Owen.

Hello grown-up-Owen.

Jemini had heard of this, but never really bothered to investigate it. There was no need. She hadn't been a seventh year.

But she figured that if there was a better time to do this, she didn't know about it. She walked into the trophy room and set her bag down, looking around the room. She saw it immediately - a wall covered in various colored inks. Some of the notes were flashing, some looked as if they were fading, and others were as strong as if they had been written yesterday. Jemini sighed and pulled a bottle of Gryffindor red ink and a quill out of her bag, feeling melancholy. The train was leaving in an hour. And she'd have to become a grown-up. Get a job.

The thought was utterly horrifying.



Jemini sighed and stuffed her quill back into her bag. She quickly blinked away any tears that were thinking of escaping, and sighed. She slung her bag over her shoulder and gave the wall one last look before walking out of the room. She needed to make sure she had everything packed before she took everything down to the train.

Moss Greimne had stumbled upon the Trophy room today almost entirely by accident. The Trophy room wasn't a particular hot spot for a hangout, really, unless one wanted to pick up girls (he had first met Della Harding here, after all), or come admire his gleaming accomplishments like a narcissistic prat or something.

Moss paused, looked around lest there were any hot redheads lurking about, and finding none, turned to admire his gleaming accomplishment of a Third-Place Dueling trophy like a narcissistic prat. Then he noticed the much larger one beside it emblazoned with that First Year's name, and scowled. He still thought she cheated somehow. How could she ever beat him, after all?

...

Girls and trophies aside, he noticed rather belatedly the scribbles and writings all over the wall. Huh. Fancy that. The Slytherin stepped closer to the wall, reaching out to touch the faded scrawl of the previous years, and the newer ink that some of his fellow Seventh Years had already left behind.

Moss grinned. Fantastic. Snatching up a quill out of NOWHERE, he settled himself crosslegged on the floor and proceeded to inscribe his name in huge letters at the bottom of the wall.



Moss had never quite realized how pessimistic he was until now. Perhaps he should work on that, too.

Madeline Underwood was not nostalgic. She appreciated a good memory as much as the next person, but focusing on the past didn't allow one to progress into the future. This sentiment was probably the influence of her father, but she shared it nonetheless. But there was one thing, one nostalgic thing she had to do before she left. Creeping into the Trophy Room, Everett by her side (when WASN'T he, honestly?) she held her wand in front of her, muttering "Lumos!" as Everett closed the door behind them.

"This is silly," she said aloud, giggling. Silly though it may have been, she wasn't going to leave Hogwarts without doing this. It seemed this was a year of firsts and bests, after all, so a little vandalizing school property was in order. What were they going to do, expel her?

Actually, they probably could. But she'd take the chance.

She gripped her color-change quill tight in her fingertips, and the tip scratched against the wall as she wrote sincere sentiments and her hopes for the future. A lesser person probably cried when they did this. Maddie? Not on your life. She simply scribbled her prose amongst the familiar names, stopping occasionally to read their heartfelt thank-yous and goodbyes. It wasn't until her eyes fell on Ahi's that her nose burned.

No, she willed. She had enough crying ahead of her. She wasn't going to start now. She coughed and cleared her throat, the last line of her goodbye and well-wishes provoked only after Everett tried to steal her quill from her and write something of his own. Jerk.

"Come on, let me finish!" she chided, elbowing him away with one arm. Signing her name, she then stepped back to admire her handiwork. Not perfect, but it was legible. She'd left her mark. Literally.

She turned to Everett and threw her arms around his neck, knowing this chapter in her life was about to close, and only hoping the next would be better. "Let's go," she offered, pulling back from him. He smiled and nodded, grabbing her hand and tugging a laughing Maddie out the Trophy Room door.

Until today, Naima had never really had a true reason to visit the trophy room. Sure, her name was written on a place or two somewhere within the cobweb infested walls, but she didn’t have to visit the place to know that. On the whole, Naima didn’t really think that the particular area of the castle yielded a lot of traffic; a few lost ickles, a few couples looking to be lost, and the occasional quidditch nut.

It wasn’t for any of those reasons, however, that Naima visited the trophy room today. She had long since passed the point of getting lost, was definitely no longer a quidditch nut, and, well, frankly she could think of better and more creative places to go if she wanted privacy.

Word had it that a legacy was being created. June had crept up behind Naima from out of no where, and she suddenly found herself scrambling to finalize everything before she had to say goodbye. This was in fact one of those things. It was time for her to go and pay homage to the place she owed for seven years of memories.



She wouldn't be rushed. Naima sat and stared at her little piece of herself she was leaving behind, written in her neat handwriting tucked into one of the corners of the room. It wouldn't stand out, no, because she herself did not. Every trial and tribulation Naima had faced while at Hogwarts, she faced with friends beside her. And this is how she would leave. One small piece of a lifetime of legends created at Hogwarts.

It was incredible how many of these trophies had misspelled Benny's name. Horrific misspellings, too, as it were: not a simple "n" or "a" out of place. Like...they'd actually managed to spell out "Cadoan Berkeley" instead of "Benny Laut," which really wasn't very close at all. Mistakes, mistakes. Benny tutted disappointedly. What good was being Head Boy in one's imagination if nobody played along with your ruse?

No good at all. Rather sad, actually.

The case, in truth, was that Benny's name appeared on less than forty trophies in the entire room, which was his original goal back in his early years at school. In fact, he hadn't even made it onto ten. Hell, he'd be shocked if his name was even on a single bloody plaque. Even a medal, or a tacky plastic pin. He sighed and dug his thumbs deep into his eyes. Who said it was acceptable, memorable, what he'd done here? What would he leave behind? Why was he suddenly cursed with a blatant and somehow physically sickening sense of nostalgia?

Benny had thought a lot since he'd arrived at school about success. Surpassing the pathetic benchmarks his grandfather and father and older brother had set before him at the school, becoming a priceless asset to the Hogwarts community, growing into some one important. Influential. His desire for triumph, prosperity, and retribution of the family name was, at one point, his most prominent attribute, and probably the very trait that led the Hat to sort him into Slytherin house seven years ago. But he'd grown lazy. The summer before Fifth Year had drained him. He still cared that he'd been denied the badge, the one thing, the tangible, manifest item of such symbolism as to forever give him proof of his familial superiority. Something he could, for lack of more elegant language, shove in the face of he failure of a father. He'd failed to prove his ascendency, and there was no one left to blame.

He was still thinking about it, he was still bitter.

He'd gone wholly unnoticed from year one, though he'd tried to draw attention any way he could. He wasn't particularly impressive at dueling, nor did he show any sort of prowess whatsoever on a broomstick. Hell, he hadn't even been able to get a real girlfriend, for Merlin's sake. Would he really have to settle for being remembered as "the guy who counted people," or "the dude with the excellent hair," or "the kid with the water balloons"?

"The one Slytherin who almost got a Prefect's badge, and then whined about it for the next two and a half years"?

What a reputation.

He hadn't done what he'd come to do, and even though he was graduating with an OWL and a NEWT under his belt, alongside some of the most wonderful people he'd ever met, some of the most amazing students this school had ever seen, some of his very closest friends and his very worst enemies, Benny Laut still felt like a failure. He'd done himself a disservice by letting go after the letdown of an empty envelope back in 2015, and he was bogged down with regret. It wouldn't get better, because he'd ruined it.



The eighteen-year-old steepled his fingers over his nose, quill still dripping freely in his hand and probably down his face. His fingernails needed to be trimmed, his hair needed to be cut. He scowled, not wanting to reread anything he'd just written. The finality of it all, of his mistakes and regrets and lost chances, was pulsing through him now, all at once. It was like letting his father win, and his brother, and his entire family tree. His ancestry had beaten him, had proved that he was no better than they were. It was like he'd kept some sick tradition alive.

It was like letting his father win the battle he didn't even know he was fighting.

////emoooooo. ;_;
<333333 My eternal love to all of VH8. Love you guys, thanks for three great years.

The time had actually come. Levi was putting her name up on THE wall.

She had come here a few times over the years, usually at the end of a year, to see what the graduating 7th years wrote. The bottom half of the wall was getting filled up quite nicely with encouragements, thanks, complaints, and what not.

It was a bittersweet moment as she picked up her quill, which had been charmed to be able to write on stone walls, to say her piece. Some of her classmates had beaten her here, but she could tell that many others had yet to stop by.



Levi dotted the last period on her graffiti of the wall and stood back to take a look at her work. She was leaving her permanent mark on Hogwarts. Literally. Hopefully she left her mark in some other ways too. It certainly wasn't going to be in the trophy case (sadly), but oh well. Someday, her children would be here to read it and that would be the real legacy.

(( So its a bit late. Better late than never right?))

She would have liked to use her muggle glitter crayons that Adelaide had given her for Christmas to commemorate her time at Hogwarts on the Trophy Room wall, but they wouldn't have worked well. Instead she fished a quill out of her shoulder bag and dipped it into the well of permanent ink a couple of gathered seventh years were passing around and wrote the following;



Then she decided to leave some advice and words of wisdom for those who came after her ... so they wouldn't have to spend as much time in detention as she had. It was a boring waste of time.

Amanda Nicole Overton was going to be graduating in one week. It just didn't feel real. She would never come back to Hogwarts on the train again and don the green robes of Slytherin and play a game on the pitch again. She would never play together with the Slytherin team again. Oh Merlin. This was the end of everything at Hogwarts. The blonde wiped a tear away and fished out some green ink that she swiped from the common room and a quill.

She crouched down to read the other messages on the trophy room wall, gently running her fingers over the older messages. "Dusky... Damn her. I still can feel that bloody bludger you hit at me years ago..." She frowned and shook her head. "Triss! You were so sweet! Lyons, loser. Feuris, kind of hot with that hair. Page, loserface. Donaldson, pant wetter!" She grinned as she remembered the tales that Jasmine Snow would tell to the ickles along with Sierra Lucas.

"AHI! YOU WERE THE BEST. I'm so sorry for not being able to be captain with you... I knew you were kind of looking forward to it, too bad I ended up failing too many classes and Gigi had to take captaincy away from me," the blonde whispered. That was still a painful memory. It had ended well though, not being captain had allowed Amanda more time to focus on her skills instead of worrying about how the team was performing.

"Smith, loserpuff. Kennedy, you need some iron, Paddock, you're not half bad for a Gryffindork, Love, you're one of the quickest flyers I've ever seen, Kottenwhatever, you actually dated Madison... HAHAHAHAHAHA!" She shook her head to clear her head and forget about the pair of losers. Teehee. He had actually dated Madison. Hahahahah. STOP GIGGLING AMANDA!

"Duke, you were cool. I miss your siblings too even if I don't think Raul liked me too much when I got captain over him..." She frowned slightly but shrugged. The team had voted for her over Raul so clearly Amanda had been the better candidate for captaincy. She couldn't say that it didn't bother her sometimes though. She let out a sigh and picked up the vial of ink and quill when she located a suitable empty spot for her message.



When the blonde was done, she put away the ink and quill and admired her handiwork. Nobody was going to overlook her message. She smiled and walked back to the pitch. A girl's gotta practice for the pros.

Edit: added stuffs :3

Things were moving in either slow motion or lightning fast for Gerald. These last two weeks were like frozen molasses, graduation felt like some taunting mirage in the middle of a desert. In sight but always just out of reach. A mixture of emotions ran through Arden, excitement, fear, anxiety and yes bit of sadness. Despite the plodding of the days, Gerald seemed to never have enough time to sort out his packing. He’d sent some things home during the Winter Holiday but he still had seven years of knickknacks to go through. Bah! Enough of that. Gerald decided to take the walk he’d been planning since…well…his second year when Dusky started the whole trend.

Bounding the stairs two at a time, bypassing curious students, who were wondering what could be so important that the Head Boy was two stepping his way from the dungeons. They’d find out in time, if they bothered to check out the Trophy Room that is. If they did or didn’t Gerald cared not, it was his time now…to add his name to the wall of the old ones. Arriving to a barren hallway, Gerald paused and gave the wall a once over. Some names he could put to faces, some he couldn’t. It’d be like that for others who came after him. ‘Who the hell was this Arden fellow?’ he chuckled. Wand out and carefully locating a spare piece of wall real estate, Gerald thought about what he’d leave behind as words of wisdom. He wasn’t much of a talker, so he’d have to just say what was on his mind at the moment and let the reader glean what they wished. He raised his wand...

To Hogwarts, a home away from home that I never expected. To my professors, not one bit of information you’ve taught me will be wasted. To Slytherin…

Gerald paused a moment. To Slytherin? What could he say to them?

To Slytherin: Whether by the wisdom of Salazar, to keep our plots a secret or by the collective actions of the rest of the Founders, to keep us out of the mainstream…we were placed at the bottom of the castle. Who knows why or who cares. We can only go up from there and the world belongs to those who have the ruthless ambition to take what’s theirs.

Damn! Too bloody preachy.

“Give them hell and apologize for none of it”

That's more like it.

To the rest of the school I leave you with the words from an epic bit of literature I discovered during my Muggle Studies class. “Alas, seven years is far too short a time to live among such excellent and admirable wizarding folk! I don't know half of you half as well as I should like and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve*…And I’m out!”

*From Bilbo Baggins: Fellowship of the Ring. JRR Tolkien

To think that, since she was a young, vivacious and passionate Hufflepuff, Jessica had had the fortune to pass by the trophy room, and the patience to wander inside and find the messages written by former Hogwarts students--even to this day. Although, she never truly thought to read most of them, and if she bothered to study a signature or two, it was only for a short while. But, oh, how she wished she really read, and found the snippets of advice or wonder about the graduates who had pondered out how to leave their mark. And now, now that she was graduating, Jess found herself spending much time reading the wall and planning out her own mark.

Draped with melancholy, Jess crouched in front of the wall, her blue eyes barely rimmed with tears. This was it, this was the end. As cliché as it way sound, it was her time to say good-bye to Hogwarts. Knowing this, she began to vandalize the wall as well, sad, but proud of herself...

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Jessica Myra Cavendish Lane
one true hufflepuff................2011 - 2018
prefect............................ 2016 - 2018

To Hogwarts, to Hufflepuff, to class of 2018, and to all my friends -- I love you all. It's been a fun ride.

It was kind of hot that day.

Seriously, the last day of Hogwarts, it was actually really pretty and sunny. Samuel enjoyed it. The only part he hated was the underlying guilt that this was his last day at Hogwarts. He felt he needed more time being careless, he wanted more time to not think about anything. He just wanted to be young again, and having all sorts of shenanigans, breaking telescopes, walking into the girl's bathroom, stealing prefect badges, even puking on Professor Prewett's slippers. Samuel Aaird was definitely not ready.

"I don't even know why I'm here... Ugh this sucks." He muttered, squatting down to the wall where all the past Seventh Years had left their mark. With a sigh, he tilted his head, thinking about what to say. "To... All my Hufflepuffs. You were cool!" Wow that was stupid. Samuel sat down in defeat. No way was he going to come up with something smart.

"I'll just wing it. That's what I'm going to do with the rest of my life anyway." He began to leave his mark on Hogwarts.



"Well. Check you later Hogwarts..."

Cira had seen the wall of graduates every time she came to see her name on the Quidditch Cup. It was something that she wanted to do since winning the cup, she wanted to write on that wall. Leave a message, vandalize the wall, and get off scott free. It was like the rite of passage for graduates. So, there stood Cira Green in her Hufflepuff uniform, avoiding going to class, with a permanent marker in her hand. Looking around she popped the lid off the marker and began to vandalize the wall.

With one last stroke of the marker, the deed was done. Cira Green had written on the wall, broke one of Filch’s rules. Smirking at the thought of the ancient old guy she gave the wall on last look. Good times, bad times, all sorts of memories came back to her. Turning she headed back down towards the Hufflepuff common room, she could at least pretend she was sick right?

Cira Green
Hufflepuff 2012- 2019
Duellist, Quidditch Player, House Mascot, House Cup & Quidditch Cup winner.
Hogwarts has a lot to teach you, learn from it.
Dont trust a Slytherin with the house mascot uniform, it goes bad especially if they are not in your house.
If chocolate is part of a deal, get the chocolate before agreeing to the deal.
Dont try to catch the Quaffle with your face, it hurts.
Carrots are evil, the Death Eaters use them to make people shrink and have a strange need for high heels.
It is possible to win the House Cup and Quidditch Cup in the same year, ask a Hufflepuff.