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Dear Vienna: "Farewell, all my friends in textbooks. I'm going home."

While Seamus's graduation got fairly screwed up, Luna's was almost normal. Hogwarts had been mostly rebuilt, and McGonagall had agreed to take over for a term as Headmistress, until another person could be assigned. So, with only a slight break from the "normal" proceedings, the seventh years were planning to graduate like the years before.

"Are you excited?" Ginny fixed the sash on her dress. The ivory looked very nice over the lavender, but it kept slipping around her waist. "Will you help me with my hair?"

Luna walked over. "Sure. How do you want it?"

"French braid, if you don't mind. Never mastered the spell. But you never answered me! Aren't you excited to be graduating, finally?" Ginny was bubbling over in excitement.

Luna began to work with Ginny's hair in her hands. "I suppose. I'll miss it quite a bit."

"Oh, but of course. But you've got to be excited still! What are you and Seamus going to do, now that you've graduated?"

"Oh, same old same old. You know I don't get tired of it when it's him." She started humming absentmindedly, and tied off Ginny's hair. "Will you get the clasp on the back of my dress?"

Ginny stood and fastened it. "You look lovely. Nice Gryffindor red for him? But what are you planning on moving in with him or anything? Not right away, obviously..."

"I'm not really sure," Luna said, tipping her head to the right. She sat on the bed and pulled on her sandals. "I haven't given it much thought. I don't know, I don't think we're that serious."

"That serious!" Ginny laughed. "He's the only one you've ever dated, you're perfectly happy, and you already act like a married couple around him."

"I guess, but I don't think that's what should make a couple serious."

"What does then?"

"I'm not sure on that either. Moving in with him just sits a bit funny with me. So I'd say sure, not for a while yet."

"Nervous much, Neville?"

"Not too bad. Think you should be up there with me though."

"Nah. School never was quite my thing. I'll be fine without an extra year of explosions."

Neville and Seamus were in their old dormitory. Neville had come back to Hogwarts for his final year, and was graduating alongside Ginny, Luna, and the ever-studious Hermione. It was the old five: Harry, Ron, Seamus, Dean, and Neville. Up in the tower, the boys showed a medley of different seventh year educations. Ron and Harry had dropped in on a few classes here and there (mostly to visit their respective girlfriends), and Dean and Neville had both decided to take full courses. Seamus had decided to stick around the castle, but not really enroll. The first years had been thinking he was a ghost with substance until Luna and Ginny set them straight.

The boys were equally as jittery as the girls. Ron felt the need to escape the room and move around. "D'you think I should go and see how Hermione's doing?"

"Ron, just leave her alone. She's got to be excited enough to be flinging a hex at anything or anyone who startles her." Harry fixed his tie and glared at Ron until he stepped away from the door.

"Guess you're right."

"What're you and your girls going to do after graduation?"

"Gin and I are due to go flat hunting next week."

"Mione wants to get a job first."

There was an awkward silence as the boys waited to see what Seamus said. He was lying on the bed, and didn't notice the silence at first.

"Seamus?"

"What?" He looked up and seemed a bit startled to find all four other boys looking at him. "What'd I do?"

"What're you and Luna going to do after graduation, mate?" Neville laughed.

"Oh, that. We haven't really talked about it..."

"But..." the boys chorused.

"But I'm thinking of asking her to move in with me." His friends wished him the best of luck. Ron was getting too stir crazy, so Harry allowed him to go visit Hermione. He tagged along to make sure Ron wouldn't make her late for the ceremony. Neville walked down early, still a little conscious of how bad things could go for him yet. Dean stayed.

"Shouldn't you be heading down?" Seamus asked.

"Not yet. I've still got about ten minutes. So, you think you and Luna are ready for this?"

Seamus sighed. "I don't know yet. I just kind of said what I want to do. I don't think she wants to move in yet."

"What makes you say that?"

"I don't know, she just doesn't see us as very serious. I mix how serious we are with how serious I want us to be."

"Don't do anything yet. Let everyone have their summer parties, let yourselves get some sort of a job, and then think about it if you're still together. I think Harry and Ginny are moving a bit fast. We've only just become adults in the Muggle world, anyway. C'mon, let's go down."

"Alright." Throughout the ceremony, Seamus was daydreaming about the potential Finnigan-Lovegood residence. Or maybe just Finnigan residence. He always found himself doing it, even though he knew marriage and all that jazz was probably the furthest thing from Luna's mind.

The after party, of course, was fantastic. It was great to see the staff and students relaxed, especially after what had been a rather rough year. The group mixed and mingled, and at the end they found themselves around one of the marvelously decorated tables. Since the majority were Gryffindors, Ginny, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Dean, Seamus, and Luna sat around a brick tablecloth with gold trim. The group was laughing, and Seamus and Luna were shoulder to shoulder.

"How're you feeling?" Seamus looked at his girlfriend, looking beautiful as always, although her dress slightly clashed with the table.

"Alright. Starting to get tired."

"You want to go home?"

"Sure."

"Alright, let's move."

"Your place or mine?"

Seamus was a bit startled at what he thought might be an innuendo. "Well I thought you meant yours, but I mean we could go to mine if you really wanted..."

"Are you sure? I mean I do prefer my own but I thought for our first you might like it to be your house."

"Are we talking about the same thing?" Seamus seriously doubted that she felt like this was the time or place to bring something like this up.

"I'm talking about when we eventually move in together. Not right away of course, but eventually we might want to. Your place or mine?"

Seamus spent the rest of the evening trying to convince her that, despite the pink on his face, that was what he thought she meant.

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