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Ethan Smith

Man, I wish that I could go back now. Stop the clock and take another lap around

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Ethan Smith

While they year had just started Ethan knew that there was going to be a lot of last this year. His last first day of classes, last first duel, last time he did something. It was not something he was ready for. Hogwarts had been his home for the last seven years and a lot has happened in those seven years. From the first time he was on the train going to a new world that he didn't know anything about, to going into the dueling chamber and getting a mentor and learning how to duel. Then his first time in classes and learning about magic. 

 

When second year came and his views on the magical world changed. Knowing that it wasn't that safe and even bad guys were able to walk into a castle and just helped themselves out and attack students.

 

To doing the tournament in his fifth year and learning that he wasn't horrible at magic and when he was placed in a life or death situation he was able to pull out of it, with the help of teammates and he was able to get a trophy and he didn't die, like many people thought that he would have.

 

Tonight though Ethan wanted to take time away from classes and dueling, and he sent letters to everyone in seventh year. Or at least the ones that he remembers seeing in classes and hoped that they would come out. There might be people that he didn't care to much for being in his year but that wasn't going to stop him from trying to get all the seventh year together.

 

Moving some logs over to make room for people to sit and also making room for a fire place. He hoped that this was a good thing.

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Cora Ives

Cora was all too aware of the inevitability of the end. Not in that way—although she was, also, entirely too aware of her own mortality and what that meant thanks to the traumatic OWL year in History of Magic—but in the impending end of Hogwarts. The end of her schooling career, the end of her official magical learning, the end of her childhood. 

 

She wasn't prepared. She knew this. There was little she could do without the support of her friends, and she knew that the world was an incredibly scary place. Already, her world view had been challenged by monsters in masks and more monsters with faces that she saw every day, and that was within the supposedly safety of Hogwarts' walls; she didn't dare to imagine what it would be like once she hit the real world, where there were no professors to come in the nick of time to stop an injustice or strong aurors to defend those who could not.

 

She would be expected to defend herself.

 

(An impossibility. She knew this.)

 

It was hard—impossible, even—to hide herself away from all of these expectations (and those to find a job and those to establish a life and those not to die immediately) when everybody kept reminding Cora that this year is your last, make the most of it and to keep in mind what you want for your future. The future was the last thing she wanted to think about; and so, it was easy to take a distraction when an owl dropped one onto her lap.

 

"Hullo, Ethan!" she chirped as she approached his setup. "We're not burning more clothes, are we?" Worried, she tugged at the soft sweater she'd donned for the evening. It'd be a shame to watch it burn up into nothing. "I brought pumpkin pasties!"

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