A Fond Farewell to Our Seventh Years
Date : June 23rd, 2025 Color code : Written|Thought|Said Sere woke up this morning with only two fixed schedules in her mind: cleaning her room and packing. Her side of the room would be empty for around two months because she decided to go home, to London, at the end of this school year. Yes, only one week away from now. She had to face the muggle world again after a full year of living such a pleasant wizarding world life. More than half of her heart still rejected this decision. She was so uncomfortable with everything related to muggle world. She had much more unpleasant memories than the pleasant ones. Honestly, she did all of this only because of her Grandma. Sere couldn't disappoint the sweetest person more and... she also missed her Grandma. The girl sighed, I hope this won't turn to a super long and tiring holiday.
Packing would be faster because she knew the spell -as well as the cleaning her room- so she leisurely took her time to get some breakfast first. Wearing her casual clothes, Sere went down four floors -which recently wasn't a complaint anymore- to reach the Great Hall. Passing the Small Hall, she stopped, I remembered I wrote something for the graduates last year. Oh, a year passed really fast. She tried to remember what she wrote last year and as far as she could remember it was a light message about 'dreaming high and clouds that will always catch you.'
"Hmm... What should I write this year?"
Sere skimmed through the writings that had been stuck on the chalkboard. Some addressed their messages to specific graduates, while others expressed their happiness for the entire class of 2025 and gave words of encouragement for their next stage of life. The Gryffindor girl tapped her chin, still having no idea. She took a few steps back and realized that the board was filled with beautiful colors from markers, letters and paper notes.
"Aha! That's it!"
A light bulb turned on above her head. Sere took a yellow sticky note and a black marker, then wrote a paragraph without thinking twice. Strings of words went out pretty smoothly.
Satisfied with the results, Sere attached her sticky note and continued her steps into the Great Hall. Right, that one was also a good self reflection. She realized that she also needed to take some steps back to make sure whether there were any beautiful memories she had created during her time in the muggle world. Maybe that would make her return this time feel easier.Dear All Graduates,
You are doing very well. Seven years is such a long time and you have made it through. This is your time to move ahead and step forward into your new era. Whenever you feel like the future is too difficult, you can take some steps back into the memories that have brought you this far and look at those various moments that knit your story together. Exactly like this chalkboard, if you take some steps backward and look at the big picture, you will see combination of colors filling and completing each other beautifully.
From someone who added a touch of yellow to this chalkboard,
Sere NadeWC without message : 422/400
WC with message : 533/400
A Fond Farewell to Our Seventh Years
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Hogwarts was filled with the usual, if not more, hustle and bustle of its inhabitants. There in the Small Hall, a beautiful display for the graduating Seventh Years was slowly and surely being filled with kind and encouraging words.
Lyssandra had already pre-written her farewell letter after hearing her peers talk about the display board. She takes out a sheet of paper she neatly folded in her pocket and murmurs a sticking charm before sticking it upon the display board. She chose a spot that was a little off center, carefully to not overlap with existing notes and took a few steps back to review her note.
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To Our Dearest Seventh Years,
Long have you toiled and now it all accumulates to this one glorious event. The doors of the castle were the first to welcome you. Now, they will be the last to embrace you.
Embrace your ambitious ideals and be brave through the challenges. Your former experiences and your knowledge guides you and your perseverance and kindness will arm you for the world beyond.
Farewell and may your journeys lead you onwards.
Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus
Yours,
L.A.N
Slytherin
First Year
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To Our Dearest Seventh Years,
Long have you toiled and now it all accumulates to this one glorious event. The doors of the castle were the first to welcome you. Now, they will be the last to embrace you.
Embrace your ambitious ideals and be brave through the challenges. Your former experiences and your knowledge guides you and your perseverance and kindness will arm you for the world beyond.
Farewell and may your journeys lead you onwards.
Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus
Yours,
L.A.N
Slytherin
First Year
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Lyssandra did not know any Seventh Years at a personal level. She could neither say she was friends nor close with a Seventh Year. The most she considers were interactions with a few Slytherin Seventh Years she exchanged passing greetings with or even those who she approached for some help.
“How else could I…?” She hums, closing her eyes to give it some thought and decided to add a little something. She sticks another note and writes as elegantly as one could against a wall.
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To aspiring Aurors or Cursebreakers, it may not help your endeavours much but perhaps you could approach 2 men called Dion Navarus-Reinhardt and Carolus Reinhardt for your respective profession of choice. I am not saying that they will be a one-way ticket to being accepted by the ministry but perhaps they could put in a good word for you as a farewell gift from me.
Again, there is no guarantee but I hope it, at the very least, helps you take your first step.
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To aspiring Aurors or Cursebreakers, it may not help your endeavours much but perhaps you could approach 2 men called Dion Navarus-Reinhardt and Carolus Reinhardt for your respective profession of choice. I am not saying that they will be a one-way ticket to being accepted by the ministry but perhaps they could put in a good word for you as a farewell gift from me.
Again, there is no guarantee but I hope it, at the very least, helps you take your first step.
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Lyssandra’s eyes run through the entirety of the second note. When she is satisfied, she murmurs the sticking charm and places it near her first note. She took a few steps back and gave a satisfied nod.
“To ends and new beginnings.”
With that, Lyssandra walks off hoping the best for the Seventh Years.
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—date. [ 06/23/25 ]———hair color. [white]———height. [5'10"]———outfit. [gryffindor robes]——————------------------------ It was time to bid farewell to all of the seventh years graduating from Hogwarts. Kim wasn't really that sentimental by nature. At least not vocally that is. He also tended to stay away from large group gatherings unless it was absolutely necessary or there was a reason he needed to be there in the first place. Today it was because the caretaker had called everyone together to write meaningful notes for the graduates. Even though Kim wasn't really that familiar with most of them, he could see the importance and had attended the 'errand' set up by the caretaker for those remaining there. Reducio After he finished writing his message on a huge banner, Kim began to sketch some ivy creeping along each of the corners along with some beautiful stars and clouds behind the letters of the words. Once the sketches were done, Kim picked up some of the colored pencils, what a unique creation!, and added some color to everything to make the banner pop out more. He scrawled his signature in extremely tiny letters down on the lower right hand side of the banner and then picked up some self-sticking charms. Kim placed them onto the back and sides and corners of the banner.Graduates... you did it! You survived the entire seven years and now it's time to go out into the world and leave your mark on it. Don't forget all the friends you made and all the things you learned and make sure to always be true to yourself so you don't ever regret anything you've said or done. You only live once after all. Make the most of it! Good luck out there! Once it was done, Kim picked it up and placed it on the wall directly beneath the chalkboard, so the graduates would see the chalkboard and read the message on the banner beneath it. For the first time since coming in, Kim took the time to look around the room a bit. There were a lot of people gathering which made him a little nervous. Most of them were first and second years. He couldn't spot any higher years, at least not that he recognized as being them. But there was one familiar face. Sere. A fellow duelist that he'd helped in the past. She had potential and he wanted to see her grow. Kim inclined his head towards Sere if the latter glanced over in his direction. tag. [@Sere Nade]—( codes by uly. )— | ———— |
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To all you seniors graduates leaving,
Congratulations. As you walk through the door away for the last final time, think of all the memories you’ve made here. Some of them may not be the best and some may not be the worst are not ones you’d be you are proud of. But some are.
You worked hard to get to this point in life here, but don’t stop there when you’re gone. Keep going. Your life is just beginning. Go out there and make a difference. We’re all rooting cheering for you every last one of you.
Sincerely,
Elizabeth
Congratulations. As you walk through the door away for the last final time, think of all the memories you’ve made here. Some of them may not be the best and some may not be the worst are not ones you’d be you are proud of. But some are.
You worked hard to get to this point in life here, but don’t stop there when you’re gone. Keep going. Your life is just beginning. Go out there and make a difference. We’re all rooting cheering for you every last one of you.
Sincerely,
Elizabeth
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Bittersweet. That's how Landon would describe the end of this term. He was happy for the graduating students, but also sad to lose the companionship of one seventh year in particular. He looked up to his friend, his mentor, Annie Morgan, and it would be sad to lose her at the end of the year. He knew that she would stay in touch with him as much as possible, but Annie had believed in him more than anyone when it came to Quidditch. She had been the one to teach Landon how to feel more confident on his broom and she supported him completely. He saw Annie as an older sister, and it would be hard to watch her leave.
Landon looked up at the board of messages for the seventh years, his blue eyes scanning the notes for any sort of idea of what to say. He really wanted to write something, specifically for Annie, but he wasn't always very good with his words. He sat down at the table with all of the supplies, choosing a Hufflepuff yellow paper to write on. His handwriting was always sloppy, but he concentrated really hard to make it legible because he wanted to make sure Annie could read what he wrote.
He started to write, not really knowing where he was going with this, but knowing that he needed to let Annie know just how much she meant to him.
Dear Annie,
Thank you for being my friend and mentor. I wouldn't be comfortable on the Quidditch team without you. I am so proud of you for graduating soon and also just proud of you for being you. You've been through so much and you still pushed through to finish your education and that is something I admire so much about you. You are amazing and I am honored to be your friend. I hope you stay in touch with me outside of school and I hope that you eventually get to work as a mediwitch like you have always wanted to do. I know you will do a great job!
I'll miss you so much!
Landon Matthews
Landon knew that Annie wouldn't be able to read this letter for herself, but he knew he could read it to her when she was ready to hear it. He wasn't that great with words, but he hoped that his feelings came across clearly. He loved Annie like a sister. He had two sisters by blood, but he saw Annie as an older sister figure to him. He knew that she would likely get a little emotional at the message, but that wasn't his goal. He just wanted her to know how important she was to him.
He finished his writing and went to stick his letter to the wall with a happy hum. Hopefully Annie would know just how much he admired her.
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The school year seemed to finally be coming to an end. The thought brought Pam a decent amount of excitement, because, gods, she had missed her dad. Finding out the writing of farewell letters to the graduating seventh years reminded Pam that there would, indeed be some people who would be leaving the school. She couldn't imagine how they might be feeling.
No need to after all, you've barely finished your first year.
Her year had been incredible. Sure, it had been a little messy, and it had taken her a while to get used to the subjects and education process, but at the end it had turned out well. She had been glad of how the year had turned out for her.
She hadn't really planned to participate in the activity; after all, she didn't know any seventh years. But then, she found out that people would write to the seventh years in general, instead of to someone particular. And Pam could work with that. After all, she supposed it would be nice to contributing to making the seniors' last year memorable.
Then again, the thought of writing letters to people she didn't really know and had never met made her weirdly nervous. What should I even say? Good luck?
She shook her head, walking over to the table which had the colorful assortment of papers and colored pens and quills. She picked out two baby pink colored strips of square paper, just in case the first one didn't turn out well, and a blue pen before settling down to write her note. Now came the difficult part.
What to write, what to write....
Pam tried to stop herself from subconsciously chewing her pen like she normally did when she was thinking. Admittedly it was much easier when the pen she was using was not hers.
She wondered what she could write that wouldn't be too dreary, because there would probably be similar kinds of notes wishing them well and congratulating them and stuff. She never had been very good at writing letters though.
That was probably why she spent a decently long time cutting and scribbling over the first strip of paper trying to figure out what sounded good and worked decently. This is either harder than I thought or I'm thinking too much about this.
She finally ended up with something decent, and shifted to the other piece of pink paper to pen the same into a more... readable format. No-one wants to look at a scribbled out paper after all, right?
She finished her writing and went to stick up her paper on the wall with the rest of the notes. I wonder what the next year will bring me. The thought excited her as she exited the Small Hall.Dear Seventh Year Seniors,
Congratulations on making it through seven magical years of Hogwarts. You've braved exams, assignments and everything in-between (probably including some runaway spells) I hope you can go out into the world with a smile and chase your dreams with courage. Good luck!!
Yours truly,
P.G
A first year Hufflepuff
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"I'd rather be heartless, than have my heart in pieces"
-Calming Presence- The Muggle Condition
iNPC: Hikari Fujimoto
A Fond Farewell to Our Seventh Years
By Adeline Spinks
How could time pass so fast? It was strange, even a little terrifying. The aspect of running out of time. When one presumed that there was much ahead of them to look forward to, and others, they could slowly work through.
It's even funnier, Ruth thought to herself as she strode into the small hall, the clicking of her ball point grounding her in the moment-- how when one's time has come to an end, another one starts. She stared up at the block letters congratulating the 2025 Seventh Years. A small smile made its way onto her face. Congratulations, indeed.
Still deep in thought, Ruth made her way to the table filled with papers and markers and pens, her eyes still wandering up to read the notes that had already been plastered up upon the walls. Suddenly, doing so seemed wrong and she peeled her eyes away from the words of encouragement. They weren't for her. Not yet.
Grasping onto a small slip, she made a grab for a darker shade of a marker, shaking it vigorously to get the ink flowing. Uncapping, she spent the next several minutes staring at the note in front of her. What was she supposed to say? Words had never been so much of a struggle for her. Or has it? She couldn't think so well at that point. Finally, she placed the tip of the pen upon paper, only to realise that from all the brainstorming the maker had dried up all over again. Ruth sighed dejectedly, then proceeded to cap, shake, and uncap.
It was then did she write,
Now what? She glanced to her side, where another student was busy jotting vigorously. Ruth stared back at the paper.Dear Graduating Seventh Years
Ruth wiped an invisible besd of sweat off her brow, smiling softly. This should be fine. A lot of words to squeeze into a small note, but fine. Ruth knew that there weren't going to be many seniors who would bother to read such heavy notes and would rather spend their time pouring over ones with less repetition or shorter sentences. But it didn't matter. It was still there for them to see, and she hoped it expressed her gratitude clearly.Dear Graduating Seventh Years,
Congratulations. Making it through seven years of Hogwarts, with its flying charms and magical spells and peeves and ghosts and everything in between, I'm surprised you're still in one piece. I'd have been knackered, maybe lost a limb or two during racing if I'm not careful enough. But you made it, and I'm so proud of you. I look up to you all, and it's an encouraging sight to know that if you made it so can I. I wish you all the best of your journeys. While one milestone may have been accomplished, and your time studying comes to an end, there are several other opportunities out there waiting for you to seize it, and many lessons you have yet to learn. I yearn to follow your footsteps and make a difference to this school, just as you did.
Thank you,
Ruth Fairchild, First Year Hufflepuff
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A Fond Farewell to Our Seventh Years
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June 19th, 2025 “English”
The sadness of saying goodbye was a unique one. To release the person that you know and accepting that, without you, they will grow into a bigger, stronger, and smarter person. Even if you weren’t a significant influence on their life, seeing them leave would always pay a heavy toll on one’s heart. To understand that while you are not in their life, that they will move on, and so will you. But you still must acknowledge their strength and willpower to have continued going, and to have finally made it to the end of one of their journeys.
Although Alyss didn’t really know many of the graduates, she did know that they had gone through many of the same experiences she had, and had somehow managed to stay at Hogwarts and make it through all seven years. That, in itself, was an achievement. They had clawed back against the want to give up, and had continued fighting. To the first year, she saw the Seventh Year’s impact everywhere she looked. So even without a deep personal connection with any of them, there were two specifically that she wanted to address.
It was short, simple, and straight to the point. Alyss didn’t know either of the upperclassmen all too well. No, that would be weird. But she could acknowledge the sheer amount of effort and the number of hours that they’d put into their schoolwork, into their community, to build a home for themselves. It was beautiful, really.Koko and Ruby,
I know I’m still kinda new, but I wanted to say that I’ll miss you. You guys ran the Headliner better than anyone ever will, and even if I still think you guys are a little scary, thank you for everything, and good luck out there.
Alyss
Alyss lingered at the table for a moment longer, debating switching her note from a pale pink color page to a normal white one. What if the two thought she was childish for writing on a pink paper? After all, Alyss was 12 years old, and she couldn’t be acting like an 8 year old. Finally, Alyss made the tough decision to keep her pretty pink page, and pinned it up with the rest of them.
“May this year have tied all the loose ends that they had wished for, and may they thrive in the real world.” Alyss whispered, true words of wisdom actually leaving her lips for once. It was rare that she would say something deep like that, something that might actually mean something. She glanced around, trying to make sure no one heard it, before beginning her retreat away from the letters and back into the halls of Hogwarts.
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Note: Congratulations to all the seventh years, you finally made it.
Note: Congratulations to all the seventh years, you finally made it.