Year 7
Hallies pov.
"gosh i feel so horribly for the Weasleys" i unpack my bags. i wish i could've stayed longer, i wish i could've given a longer goodbye hug to George and a kiss. but we all had to get back to our boring lives. after everything that's happened.... i feel terrible inside.
"i can't imagine.." Sage says, sitting on her bed knitting. she looks over at me.
"you haven't unpacked yet?"
"i've been studying to much, really i feel like i could just melt into my bed" i yawn.
"what are you knitting over there?" i ask, shoving clothes into my drawers.
"a sweater.. Mrs. Weasley taught me how to knit, it's really not to complicated"
"okay you better knit a sweater for me!" i say, watching her weave the yarn.
"fine, i guess so" she acts like she's dreading the idea. i laugh.
"who's that for?" i ask, it looks like she's knitting a hat, it's a burnt orange color with a few specks of brown. it looks like it's comfy.
"it's for Fred.." she smiles.
"of course it is" i tease.
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i spoon soup into my mouth and stare out the windows of the Great Hall.
i look to my left where Sage has just slung her bag over, she sits next to me and sighs.
"i really hate how much homework Snape gives us you know.." she says, grabbing her bowl and spooning the soup into it.
"i'm lucky i got out of there before he pulled a bunch of students aside" i relax into my seat. she looks at me with the most hateful eyes. i look away quickly and blow on my spoon, stifling a laugh.
"and they're having soup for dinner! my favorite!" Sage says, sitting down she blows on her spoon.
"he's an evil evil man" i say, shaking my head and finishing the last of my soup.
"on a Friday night" Sage mumbles beneath her breath. i smirk as i get up.
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i feel somebody shake my body, when i open my eyes i expect to feel warm sweat pouring from my body. i grab ahold of the two hands that are shaking me.
"is there a fire?!" i say frantically. sitting up.
Sage speaks in her regular voice.
"no.. Hallie. somethings happened." she says. sounding out of breath. i get up and look out the window. the sky is dark, the clouds swirl.
"what.. what happened." i turn to look at her.
"i don't know. put on your shoes" she says. i frantically put on my shoes and pull on my school robes. i'm still in my pajamas but i don't care. i grab my wand and Sage and I rush out of our dorm.
there's so many students in the halls whispering and rushing out the school.
i follow them until we are all gathered around. people begin to point their wands into the sky. i nudge a student.
"what's going on?" i ask silently.
"it's Professor Dumbledore.. he's dead." the student says, pointing her wand into the air. i look over at Sage, seeing if she's caught the words. she looks at me with a ghostly white face.
i grab my wand, putting it into the sky just like the others. my stomach curling.
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slowly i pack my bags. i think of how excited i was for the year. but now i'm just excited it's ended.
i glance to Sage who's packing her things silently.
the school is dark and sad. i understand it. Dumbledore is dead. we pay our respects. but it reminds me of the same way the school was when Cedric had died. it makes me feel depressed. i think of who will take Dumbledores place. not that it will affect me in anyway since i won't be here. the thought sinks in and i glance around the room Sage and I have shared all these years. then i feel the tears begin to collect in my eyes. i look at Sage who's looking at me.
she gives me a weak smile.
all of our decorations are gone. and i think how this room is going to someone else. all the memories held inside of here will last, but they will just be memories.
i walk over to Sage and wrap my arms around her, she immediately hugs me back. we stay like that for a while. it feels strange knowing i won't be coming back here. and i think Sage feels just the same.
we pull from the hug and both look around at the empty bookshelves and walls.
i look at the window remembering sneaking out with George, all of the times. walk over to it and look out at the cloudy sky, the sun wants to peak through but rain pounds down.
i let out a breath. i'll miss this room.
once Sage and I have packed our bags we carry them around as we walk around the school, looking at each room. most importantly, the library, one of our favorite cozy places. we leave the school knowing it will be our last time leaving it as a student.
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the train ride back feels even more depressing. usually i would look out the window the whole time, feel sleepy and take a nap. but this time the rain pours so hard that it blurs the window and i can't see anything but smudges of color.
Sage is sat reading a book across from me, my head is rested on the window. i listen to the rain and close my eyes. i imagine what it felt like the first time i left the school for the summer, coming back for my second year and Sage blabbing about Fred, how cute he was. i smile to myself.
"can you believe it." Sage says. i open my eyes and see her looking at the window.
"no.. i can't." i don't know exactly what she's talking about. the fact we are adults now, the fact we've finished wizarding school, the fact Dumbledore is dead. or everything. probably everything. so i just agree with her.
"i don't even know what i want to do with my life." Sage says. i smile, "same." i say.
"you know what i do know though." i sit up, adjusting myself more comfortably.
"what?" she asks.
"that you're my bestfriend, and we will figure out our lives together" i say. she looks at me and smiles. i think of how long we've known each other. through it all. i've loved her so much.
i rest my head back against the window, Sage goes back to reading her book. i can tell she feels more peaceful about the situation.
i think of how she's going to move in with the twins, how we will finally live like we wished we did when we were kids. together. for as long as we can. until we move away, get married, have kids, grow old. and i know in that time we will still be as close as ever.
i know her going home is one of the things she dreads the most. the abusive household she's grown up in. i know it's hell. but i know she's getting out of there as quickly as she can move her things in.
i think of my sister. she was so proud of me for getting into wizarding school. i mean we all knew. my whole family were wizards. i was the last to get into the school. my brothers picked on me for it, but Serenity. she was so happy, she encouraged me, saying "i know you will get in Hal, don't you worry." i miss her.
i let myself close my eyes again and drift off to sleep. imagining i'm sleeping in Georges safe arms.
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