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Olivia
We had Evie's party. Well we had a lot of parties but Evie's was established at the end of the year. The week before we were to leave school and start our own lives. We were all scared. More than scared, terrified. We had figured out our plans by then but that didn't mean we were ready to pursue them. None of us knew if things would work out so we went by faith. We had a lot of that.
We brought food up from the kitchen and decorated the Room of Requirement which was just a regular room that night. We hadn't told anyone about the bath bomb springs and silently hoped that no one found out. Through the year it had sort of become our place. The Potter Generation kids' place. We could pass it down through our kids. We may not be as famous as Harry Potter but people would remember us, that's for sure.
The party was small and intimate and perfect for us. We laughed and looked back at the year and wondered how this had all come to be. That's always how it was at the end of stories. You looked back and wondered how you had come so far. It seemed all too impossible but there you were. With friends and plans and love. Sometimes it was hard to accept that you had to start a new story.
We didn't know what was to become of us after Hogwarts. We promised to keep in touch and meet back up next year. We pretended that things weren't bound to change because that's what everyone does. Things always change, unexpected or not and like the Potter Generation, you adapt. That's all you can do.