Hogwarts Graduation Ceremony

''Oh, don't be so sure you I won't be 'round here next Term'', he said, winking, as he kissed her back. ''Well, I do not know the ladt, but... yes, sure, why not. A friend of yours is...'', he said as he started following her. But then, he got a slap. He turned around only to see professor Wilson. ''Oh, dear. Why... yes, James, yes, sorry. Of course I will, I always do and I am ready for anything that could happen. That irrational I am not, and you know that well'', he said, smiling and greeting professor Wilson. He then went to Julia. ''Sorry, had to speak to professor Wilson for a moment'', he said.

Nikki Granger wrote:"Hello Harry," Nikki smiled and blushed. Nikki quickly hugged him and released. She then went and grabbed his hand and intertwined her hands with his and made him follow to where she was going and sat. "Good seats, don't you think?" Nikki asked him. Then, there was a guy who said 'hello' and asked who they knew was graduating. "Well, my sister Sophia Grang- I mean, Lestrange who is graduating." Nikki told the guy but he seemed to have walked off. Nikki was going to hug Sophia, but she seemed busy so Nikki didn't bother. At least she had Harry, that was comforting for her. "Sorry, um, hey babe," Nikki shook her head and looked at Harry, sorry that she'd ignored him there for a while, she was just out of it.

Harry protested and frowned as she pulled away from him, he wanted that hug to have lasted a bit longer. He furrowed his eyebrows at her and sighed, deciding that he'd just let her do her own things for a while. Suddenly, as she intwined her hands into his he felt her hand dragging him along as she lead him to find the perfect seats. He smiled as she did this and sat down quitely with her as she spoke to a guy who had said 'hi' to them. "How are you?" he asked her.

"I am just glad you're here," Nikki replied. She smiled and waited for the ceremony to start. "I can't believe it..gone so quickly..soon I'll be there.." Nikki hoped. Nikki then looked into Harry's eyes and just didn't know what to do or say. There were so many things she wanted to do..Cry, laugh, be angry. "I got my sister a present for her graduation.." Nikki told Harry. "It's a gold necklace, with her name and a red rhinestone for the letter 'i'" Nikki whispered.

Jess looked at Eli and nodded, perhaps he was wrong, but he doubted it. Standing there after he left. He frowned and saw Wilson approaching him, as he got closer he walked to the side and listened to what he had to say. Nodding solemnly he watched Wilson leave and returned to his own seat next to Soph, sitting for a second and zoning out, before turning and smiling at her. "Enjoying yourself?" he asked

Why he was here, Thomas could not say for sure. He was bored was one of the reasons, and the whole castle was pretty much at the ceremony, so why not him? He remembered the last time he had gone to one of those, when his brother had graduated. He had been in First Year then. Now, no one he knew was graduating, yet he was there. He hastily made his way to the drinks table, quickly taking a glass of firewhiskey, and then going over to the corner. He completely ignored the stunned looks he got from people. There were plenty non-Hogwarts people there too, who all looked at him as if he was some zoo-animal. Still, he was used to it, people had been looking at his burns which had disfigured his face since he came to Hogwarts. He sat at a table in the corner, away from most of the people.

Edgar Albert Doyle wrote:He limped in through the Teacher's Entrance. No matter, he was going to use that exact entrance very soon. He looked at the lot and frowned. How many of them were there? Has he gotten old or have there been less people when he was here before? He was looking for someone familiar, someone he knew. And he found, not one, but two of them. He limped behind them. ''You, Wilson, seem to be the same miserable lot you have always been and you, McCoy, seem to be the same optimistic Uncle Sam you were 20 years ago. Nice to see you both'', he said sitting down.

Wilson and McCoy were surprised to see him, a man whom they liked and respected, but who was very hard to get along with. ''I presume we shall find out the reason of your attendance here?'', Wilson asked smiling at him. ''Probably because he was bored, as usual'', McCoy added in a friendly tone.

''Oh, do not worry. My time will come. Now, who is the miserable fool in charge of the School?'', he asked, using Sonorus, meaning the whole Hall could hear him.

Vincent watched Khaat go away with a roll of his eyes. No matter really, he would get to talk to her later. Turning, he glared venemously at the person who was treating the castle as it was his own. What an oaf, could he not tell who was the headmaster? He ground his teeth. "I am the headmaster," he declared with a scowl. "And who exactly are you?"

OOC: Should we predesignate a name for the girl? It is just too akward to call her 'his sister' and 'the daughter'

Rhea smiled lightly. Yes, that was always Cyrus. He always seemed to be making people mad and such. When he mentioned coming to see Damian she nodded. "I was going to talk to you about that actually. You haven't seen them in so long. They miss you" This was a fact that still amazed Rhea. They barely saw their father but were always anxious ti see him when the opritunity presented itself. Rhea supposed that if they had another father figure in their lives the disire would be less great but she was just not willing to commit to any relationships. Though she would never admit it to anyone (even herself) she was sure she could love no one but Cyrus. A fact that still disturbed her greatly after seven years of divorce.

Doyle looked at Majere with disbelief. He then burst out laughing. ''Out of all the miserable oaths, they chose you'', he said, after he had calmed down. ''And who am I? I am next term's Potions Master and.... well, I shall keep that other part for myself. You just continue with your paper-work. This is, after all, your little fortress'', he declared, sarcastically.

Someone knew. Narcissa cast her eyes across the hall, trying to figure out who was aware of the Death Eater presence that was slowly filtering in with the Order and Graduating Students. She didn’t have a clue what Majere was waiting for but she should have really been taking the time to think through how exactly she’d keep herself neutral despite being a Death Eater. She was becoming far too old for this charade. Lucius would have basked in the glory of getting the Death Eaters in. But that was the really accomplishment for their faction – the fact that they were inside and only a handful of people had figured it out.

Narcissa nodded when the man introduced himself and she quickly slipped away to get some drinks. She got herself a glass of wine and Thaor his Pumpkin Juice. She returned to where the two were standing and handed Thaor his drink. Narcissa sipped her wine as she watched people idly socialise. It was funny really...they had no idea what was going to happen. But then again, neither did Narcissa....much. Narcissa stiffened when she heard someone whisper in her ear. She recognised James’ voice and relaxed slightly but not much. She watched as he left with a passing remark in Ne’Os’ direction and Narcissa shrugged. “I think you look pretty.” She said to 'Natalie', smirking as she did so.

He might not have been the best father in the world and he definitely wouldn’t have one a ‘Dad of the Year’ award but Cyrus still cared about his kids. He wasn’t fond of children full stop but he was hypocritical enough to hold a particular fondness for his own children. The other swots were the ones he’d happy throttle. His children were perfect in his eyes, even if they were a little odd but he could hardly say he was normal. He was glad they missed him and he had missed them as well but he wasn’t about to admit that to anyone let alone himself. “That would be great.” He smiled, his eyes lighting up at the prospect. “I actually have a few things for Damian kicking around in my house and I believe I have something for ___ as well but what it is I can’t remember – it seems to have slipped my mind.”