Draco breathed in the musty air. Three desks were toppled over, and confetti still hung in the air, and was scattered all over the floor. Even teachers could get a bit rowdy sometimes. It must be the conspicuous lack of responsibility. Draco smiled ruefully. Yes, the four years had gone by quickly. A mess of no money, yes money, no job, yes job, no girlfriend, maybe girlfriend, definitely not girlfriend…
And here he was.
Deciding suddenly that he had better things to do with his time then stand and reminiscence, he stepped out of the classroom. It was the same as ever, a slight nip because of the open windows, and the door shutting softly behind him, closing on the noise and chaos that usually ensued as students prepared to go back to their residence.
Yet here, at the last time, there was afinality to the click of the door shutting for the last time that Draco would do it in all his life, and as he did it alone.
