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jk own the potter peoples, greenday owns 'time of your life.' i own nothing. pity me.
[Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road.

Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go.]
My time at Hogwarts is slowly and quickly coming to the end. My emotions are hopelessly mixed. The mysteries that awaited me in the real world seemed so seducing, yet young love and childhood friendships weren't ready to be let go of. It was as if I had been preparing myself for this day all of my life, but I knew I would never be ready. Even after it was over, I wouldn't be ready. The Common Room had been free of younger years for quite some time, as most were packing for the summer holidays. It was a different story for the seventh years. It was more like unpacking, and leaving things behind. Young couples made vows, destined to be broken. Some stood on the balconies, waiting for tomorrow. No matter what, tomorrow would come too soon. For me especially.
[So make the best of this test, and don't ask why.

It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time.

It's something unpredictable, but in the end is right.

I hope you had the time of your life.]
Leaning back on the couch, focusing on the scarlet and gold draperies, I told myself in the usually way: I'd only close my eyes for a minute. It was a lie of course. Sleep, as always, would over come me. Pity, this would be the last time. The last time I'd fall asleep on the couch as the curfew hour approached, the last time he'd wake me and inform me of this. The last time I'd roll my eyes, bid him goodnight, and wander back up to the girls' dorms in a dreamy haze. The last time I'd silently wonder if he had watched me leave, embarrased to look behind me. I smiled inside myself, even if it didn't reflect on the outside. A blur of scenes plucked from the past seven years I'd spent at this school replayed in my mind.
[So take the photographs, and still frames in your mind.

Hang it on a shelf of good health and good time.]
Sorting. I wanted to get the hell out of there and stay forever at same time. Making the Quidditch team. I wanted to relive this one day until I got sick of it, which may as well be forever, as I know I never would. The attacks on the school. I wanted to tell the younger version of myself that things would turn out okay, even though I knew I wouldn't believe me. The Yule Ball. I wanted to remember it all forever, but wipe it clean with a memory charm. Graduation. I wanted it over with, but for it to never come. I wanted to move on and stay.
[Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial.

For what it's worth, it was worth all the while.]
Young love and childish spirits flew from the castle windows that night, as the first years that had once entered the school not long ago realised they would soon exit. Forever. I suppose you could say I was one of them. I knew soon I would be awoken, and I'd smile. For I knew, it'd be the last time.
[I hope you had the time of your life.]