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Eleanor Potts

Often throughout her time at Hogwarts, Lenny had walked past the Trophy Room and peeked at the wall of names, offerings from Hogwarts students gone by, pondering what she would write when her time came. It had always seemed like such a long way away, the end of her seventh year and her journey into the big wide world, and she had never given what to write much more thought than that she would write something.

 

Now her NEWTs were over, and term was mere days away from ending, she figured it was time to actually think about it. She had spent much time looking at everything everyone else had written: the names, the declarations of prefect or head badges held, Quidditch cups won, the advice for the future. She didn’t think she cared to mark her badges, because she was more than the sum of the metal she wore on her robes, and she didn’t have any great wisdom to impart. Every life was individual, and people didn’t need her help.

 

After a long time staring at the wall, she made up her mind. The only thing that mattered was her name; it was how everyone knew her, and how she wanted to be known in years to come. It was the only thing she wanted people to remember. And so, she took her wand, choosing to use the paint spell she had learnt so many years ago, to leave her mark for however long it lasted. It was lime green, so no one missed it, and large enough to be obvious, and that was good enough for her.

 

 

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Bryony King

Bryony had come here to hide away plenty of times. She had spent so long looking at this wall, even as a little first year. Though she never understood the gravity of it. To her it was always just a bunch of names scribbled on a wall. She had read them over and over, wondered who the people behind the names were, but never really given them much thought once she had left the Trophy Room. 

 

As she stood there now it was bittersweet. It was time to leave Hogwarts and to go out into the big bad world, but that meant leaving almost everything she knew behind. Hogwarts had become her home. She spent more time here in the last seven years than she had at home. She had taken time to settle in at the start, but eventually she had grown to enjoy spending time here more than at home. It was more of a home than the King Residence had been. Especially in more recent years when things at home had been thrown into disarray. Though her circle at Hogwarts was small, she knew they were her family. And to leave them now was making her sad. 

 

As she let her eyes drift over the names, her hand absent mindedly reached for her shiny green prefect badge. Slowly a small smile grew on her face. That was who she had become. That was what defined her. Though she shouldn't let it, it did. It was something she had to show for her time here, and she was proud of it. Her house was her family sadly. 

 

As she spotted Lenny's name written in some pretty lime green paint she pulled out her own wand and paused, thinking what to write. After a few moments she stylised her own name in her favourite colour, and a little bit extra, including a stencil style doodle of her house crest. 

 

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Grover Penn

Yup.  Grover was here too.  Unfortunately, Grover was incapable of processing complex adult human emotions like the rest of his classmates, so instead of leaving behind a meaningful signature for future generations to gawk at, he drew a few crude doodles on the wall and called it a day.  In all fairness, it was the truest of legacies he could leave behind.

 

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Silas Harding-Clarke

((Tbe))

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Addison Toft

Claiming this space ❤️ 

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Reid J. Fauchelevent

This be mine *stamps*

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Ekaterina Valentin

Mineminemine

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Kaelyn Paddock

Mine ❤️

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Rosie Roux

Nostalgia had never graced her life, though she had much to long for. Rosie’s years had been fraught with anger and confusion what with the abandonment of her mother, not a single word spoken between the two for a handful of years now. Initially she had missed her, threw herself into painful sobs and hid from the world, but ultimately it turned her cold. No longer did she care for a woman who obviously didn’t care for her, and blame towards her father was beaten down like the cliffs that broke out against the sea: slowly yet ruthlessly. Finding herself dependent on him was a travesty, and there was nothing affectionate existing between daughter and father, more a resigned irritation they were stuck with each other.

 

Childhood years had been lost to adult battlefields, and while some in a similar boat could escape to Hogwarts, Rosie had never had that luxury. The castle had never been a home, not really. Its halls didn’t summon memories, the students had never burrowed into her heart, and in her opinion graduation couldn’t come sooner.

 

And yet she found herself standing in the trophy room, reading names on the famed alumni wall, different inks sprawled with messages spanning eras. Rosie curiously glanced over them, wondering if any had ever felt life her – alone in a cruel world. No one would miss her, she was certain. Maybe a couple would even celebrate as she took her last steps out of the castle. Pushing the notion aside, weary eyes found fresher paint, and the names of her year glistening with the pride of their owners. Rosie moved to join them but faltered, feeling rather out of place.

 

Finally she settled for returning to a name that did mean something to her, a boy who had tried to care for her way back when she was still a young girl with a chance to change for the better. Squeezing in beside her mentor, Leonid, Rosie etched her name into brick.

 

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No dazzling accomplishments, no mention of her badge, just Rosie Roux. She looked at it for a moment, tiny and easily lost in the crowd around it. Having gone through with the act of adding her name to the wall she had expected emotion to hit at once, yet it never came. It felt empty and she felt inconsequential in the grand scheme of things.

 

There was nothing left for her here.

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