Finn was ready to leave this dinner, bloody immediately. He’d even enough and now he just wanted to leave this ridiculous room. He and Mila had done a pretty damn good job at shagging just about everywhere possible to shag in this school, but he was almost thinking that it would be better for them to leave now and perhaps repeat a location before closing it out in the great hall later that night. That was the best idea that was coming to his mind at the time, so he was definitely contemplating bringing thoughts to actions right now. Finn knew that Mila wouldn’t mind, since she’d probably want to get out of the Great Hall even sooner as well. Adding one more shag to the list would help out as well since this was their last night of it anyhow.

In his mind, they certainly had to not sit with each other on the train back to London. It might sound like a ridiculous thing for him to even be contemplating and it really bloody was, but this would be bloody easier to just end tonight. Having anything happen tomorrow was just going to further tempt him and that wasn’t something that either of them needed right now. This shit was ending for a reason. “Think we should go repeat… the damn astronomy tower or something right about now,” he stated, vaguely, casting a smirk in Mila’s direction at her words. It seemed he had certainly been right in her being ready to go as well, since there was no point staying in the Great Hall for even a moment longer. If they really wanted to leave the castle with a bang, they’d just shag right damn now with no care about the room being full of people but he would much prefer to be able to take advantage of whatever part of the room that they wanted and not just this damn table.

@mila

This last feast was remarkable for one reason. It signified the end of their sixth year, the beginning of them actually being of a useful age to the cause. They were both, they being him and Trey, on their way to proving that they were serious about serving this cause, understanding the importance of separating muggles and those who were blessed with magic. This meal was also the last real meal that Corey would be having over the summer, finding that the other meals he typically found weren’t exactly nearly as appetizing. With that thought, he took a bite of his roll, savoring the buttery sweetness as he swallowed it down. “And when they find that you can’t satisfy them, they’ll come crawling. Thanks for doing all the work,” he grinned, moving his eyebrows up and down in his direction. He would not be afraid to admit that he had comforted many bints that his friend had broken the heart of, finding them to be easy targets as they were more than willing to shag the friend of the bloke they had grown attached to for whatever bloody reason. Of course, he would only take advantage if he didn’t want to waste his time trying to find someone. It wasn’t like Trey would care, even if the bints had hoped that he would have minded. Amusing, that’s what it was. Corey noticed that Hurst seemed to get distracted by Travers, rolling his eyes at that, realizing that perhaps the bloke really was a bloody lost cause…though that simply meant he would have to intentionally see to upping their bond as just roommates, just to get the bloke to understand the importance of the proper side…shagging the same bint repeatedly was hardly an improvement in Corey’s eyes, but to each their bloody own…for now.

There had been a time in which Isabella would not have been here, sitting with so many people. It was just some of the quidditch players, but it still hadn’t been her preference. Really, she typically sat at the end of the table, not really with anyone in particular, and just ate her food and left. It was what happened when one had been as selective social as she was. She couldn’t say that she had been naturally shy, as she really wasn’t, she was just naturally inclined to see no use in developing friendships with people that were bound to leave for one reason or another. It was what people had done best, getting bored too easily with the way things worked. That was why it was so hard for Isabella to see that she actually had trusted Evan quite a lot if she had continued in this relationship as her natural reasoning would have exited the relationship far earlier. However, she was still iffy on making friends, and for good reason now. First, she had lost Roman, and now she had lost Cecilia. They were her own fault as neither would have happened if she had listened to herself far earlier in life. Well, she supposed her friendship with Roman was kind of rebuilding, not that she really understood any of that and she certainly wasn’t just going to throw her trust around anymore.

She had been lost in her thoughts slightly, only vaguely listening to the conversation going on next to her if only because their voices were too obnoxious to ignore. A slow smirk spread across her features at her boyfriend’s words, very much in agreement as a slight shiver ran down her spine at the breath in her ear. They really had no idea when they would see each other again and they might as well be utilizing their final moments to its full capacity. Lifting up her cup to take a final drink, she put it back down and turned her head slightly to @evan. “I think that’s the best idea you’ve ever had,” she replied quietly, suddenly feeling rather done with the food that was displayed on the tables. “Ready when you are,” she added on, really hoping he was ready now before it got too late for them to leave and actually make it to the room.

This school had nothing for her, something she had realized rather early on in her attendance. Magic just seemed useless, something she really couldn’t see a need for in her life. They cheated their way out of things and made their lives a hell of a lot easier, which Mila found rather dull. Magic seemed to be like a crutch for these people and it was certainly not a crutch Mila was willing to add into her daily routine. She could tell that Finn was probably of the same or similar mindset, or he would be returning in the fall. As it were, they both very much were done with this location, and the only reason Mila had stayed this year, really, was the fact that she had a very beneficial relationship with Finn that made staying worthwhile. Of course, she recognized she should have bloody left when she had the chance before it was too late, but she had also heard that her father was just released and that certainly wasn’t something she was looking forward to dealing with when she returned. Mila knew she couldn’t avoid it forever, which was why she knew she wasn’t returning in the fall…which was definitely not the reasoning she would give to Finn, not that she needed to explain anything to him, she argued herself.

Mila had started to poke at her food, finding her appetite leaving rather abruptly, and she figured it was best to just leave the dining hall, even if Finn stayed. Before she contemplated that much further, Finn Elliot Harlow was speaking, gaining her attention immediately. First, she quirked an eyebrow at his statement, knowing that they really bloody shouldn’t, before a smirk quickly followed, knowing that they really bloody would. Besides, this was just a warm up for later, she convinced herself, not that they ever needed a warm up. It was as if he knew her body and how she would react better than anyone she had ever met, making that to be clearly the reason she was going to miss him…slightly. Silently, she swung her legs over the bench, standing up and patting down her ridiculous skirt. “Don’t keep me waiting or I’ll start without you,” she grinned as she started to walk out of the hall, knowing that he would soon be coming.

This conversation was pointless, but Tinsley was friendly enough to at least participate in that communicating thing with her roommates when the time called for it. She had no idea if the rumors were true that had been surrounding Hill, but she really didn’t care either. She would know the rumors, obviously, as they were bloody amusing, but beyond that, she really didn’t care. It was about time that something remotely exciting happened at this school, no matter the expense that it took. She rose an eyebrow at her roommate’s response about exams, never recalling her to be one that studied and Tinsley liked to pride herself in being rather observant. “Later,” she simply replied as the Gryffindor left, shaking her head lightly in amusement. Something had certainly seemed to get her panties in a twist. Perhaps the second Rudolphi wasn’t as great of a shag as the first one had been and now she was realizing her mistake too late.

Now that these particular kinds of thoughts had been brought into his mind, Evan was certainly ready to go. As of tomorrow, seeing Isabella would probably become a hell of a lot more difficult, and they would have to figure out how to make that shit work. They really did just need to take advantage of this night because it was going to be so easy to do whatever the hell that they wanted to do. Summer meant that she’d have to work around her family and the job that she’d gotten, whereas he’d have to work around avoiding his own family and the job that he’d gotten, as well as meeting her family, and making sure that some crazed radical didn’t try to kill his girlfriend because he really didn’t want to go to Azkaban for murder if someone tried that—or go to St. Mungo’s in a damn body bag, since he might be damn confident in his abilities, but he knew that there was always a chance that these fucking damn radicals were more powerful than they let on. Killing people the way they did seemed a bit damn cowardly, making Evan believe that he might be pissed enough to take them on, but then again, he had no damn idea if that was a ridiculous thought to be having.

No, he told himself, it definitely was a ridiculous thought to be having—particularly at the current time. His smirk widened as Isabella shivered at his proximity, before determining that they definitely needed to leave as soon as possible. He’d had just about as much of dinner and dealing with conversation and shit as he could handle and now that he’d done his part to talk to his dormmates, he felt like he could obviously bloody leave. “I’ve had some pretty damn good ideas,” he countered, raising an eyebrow. But he would have to agree that this one was high on the list as far as great ideas went. After she spoke again, he got to his feet, waiting for her to get up as well, “Later,” he said, glancing at Corey and Trey, since he should probably say bye at least, as opposed to just walking the hell off. With that, he glanced behind him to make sure that Isabella was as ready to leave as he was before heading to the door.

He was really ready to be done with this school by now, and he was glad that he’d be rid of the place in less than twenty-four hours. Yes, home life was a far less irritating course of action for him. There was a lot more shit to deal with, in ways, but he knew how to survive there. It was aggravating having to deal with his mother and her friends, but they knew when to piss off, obviously, since he made the damn money in that house. Here, it was a completely different story; everyone was bloody irritating, bitching about their irrelevant lives, relying on magic to get them out of problems. They wouldn’t survive an hour without their wands and it was just bloody absurd. Finn had no idea how he had lasted six years at this school without just dropping the hell out. The food was good, but that shouldn’t have been enough to keep him there. Of course, any food was good food to him so he supposed he wasn’t the best judge on shit like that. All he knew was that it wasn’t nearly good enough to make up for the bullshit that came along with being at this school. It was not worth his time any longer, particularly if Mila wasn’t coming back either—though their arrangement ended bloody tonight, which meant he supposed her coming back really shouldn’t be all that damn relevant anyhow.

His eyes followed Mila as she got to her feet, smoothing down her skirt though his mind was already on removing it entirely. He was quite done with eating anyhow, deciding they needed to take advantage of this last evening before they nipped this caring bullshit in the bud. He stood up with an amused smirk, before heading to the door as well. Tomorrow, everything would be back to normal, but for tonight, they might as well take advantage of having a castle to shag in with many options in locations, clearly.

Minerva watched as the students celebrated their wins with a soft smile hoping the same joy would be in their eyes by the end of summer. It was hard not to dwell on what she knew would be coming soon enough, but she didn’t outwardly show her concern and instead just carried on with her normal routine. It seemed like the feast was going quickly as she made small talk with some of the staff and watched her students enjoy their last night together until the following semester. It was nice to watch and always made her proud to see so many seventh years moving on to the adult world hoping they would have the best of luck. Well, not so much luck but work ethic really as luck was just a silly word to toss about.

After a substantial amount of time had passed, and the food was all but scarce about the tables she stood up clearing her throat before putting her wand to her throat to amplify her voice over the din. ”Thank you all for another wonderful year. I wish you all the best in all of your endeavors, and look forward to seeing many of you next year. You are now dismissed to go straight to your dorms…” She said the last bit with her voice a touch stern as she was not going to tolerate students just loitering around the halls.

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