This Is Drabble.
Picture this:
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft And Wizardry.
The Boy Who Lived and his fellow 7th years are waiting.
Waiting outside the ancient, oak doors of the Great Hall.
Waiting impatiently for them to suddenly open.
Waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting for their Graduation Ceremony to begin.
A defintive line divided the boys and girls.
The boys straightened their ties.
The girls fix their hair.
The boys wink at the girls.
The girls apply a touch more make-up.
A thundering noise quickly silences the nervous students.
The doors are staring to open.
The 7th years stay in the same two lines, but grab the hand of their date.
As always, the Head Boy and Head Girl are at the start of the procession.
Together.
Dancing as dates.
Closely followed by their friends.
Then behind their friends are others, anticipating the graduation.
Head Boy and Head Girl are amazed at the sight with which they are greeted.
Yes, they may have designed it.
But only designed.
They organised the decorations, food, drinks, awards, graduation certificates and the desks at which the young witches and wizards will sit, as well as the professors.
Yet they haven't seen it.
It's magnificent. Fabulous. Astonishing.
As more students enter the all, more gasps of shock and delight are heard, and whispers become consistent.
There are no specific seating plans, as inter-house unity is being promoted.
And the promotion works, quite well in fact.
The promotion and encouragement started at the fresh beginning of the year.
All thanks to the Heads.
The WAWA, Witch And Wizard Awards, is another invention courtesy of a small group of friends, including the Heads.
Professor Dumbledore sonoroused his voice before saying "Welcome to the Graduation Ceremony. Would the Heads Miss Hermione Granger and Mr Draco Malfoy kindly step up."
Aaaaanddd: click the little button.
You know you want to.