For as long as she could remember, Esmeralda Grisky and Lorenzo Berkshire had been inseparable best friends. But in their sixth year at Hogwarts, something shifted between them, drawing them closer than ever. Esmeralda begins to realize that her fee...
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GRADUATION HAD FINALLY ARRIVED, A DAY THAT HAD ALWAYS SEEMED SO FAR OFF BUT NOW FELT LIKE IT HAD COME ALL TOO SOON.
For the seventh and eighth years, it was a day of celebration, yet also one tinged with bittersweet goodbyes. Hogwarts, the place that had been their home for so many years, was a world they were about to leave behind. Esmie stood in the middle of the Great Hall, the room bustling with the sounds of final preparations for the ceremony, but she barely noticed. Her gaze swept across the familiar stone walls, the enchanted ceiling above, and the long tables where she had spent so many meals laughing with friends.
Memories flooded her mind—her first day walking into this hall, nervous and wide-eyed, the Sorting Hat placed on her head, its raspy voice declaring her a Gryffindor. She remembered the friendships forged at these very tables, friendships that had deepened into something more, becoming her second family, but this hall had also witnessed some of her darkest moments, the losses, the battles, and the heartaches they had all endured. Yet, through it all, they had survived, and now, it was time to leave.
She sighed quietly to herself, her emotions a tangled mix of excitement for the future and sadness for what she was leaving behind. It was strange to think that this chapter of her life was ending.
"Mie, what are you doing?" Enzo's voice broke through her reverie.
Esmie turned, spotting him entering the hall. He had that easy smile she loved so much, the one that always seemed to lift her spirits no matter what. As he made his way toward her, she felt a warm rush of affection for him. He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her into his side with a casual intimacy that made her feel safe, grounded.
"I was just thinking... about everything," she admitted, resting her head against his shoulder. "All the memories we made here. You know, you were my first friend here, Enzo. The first person I ever trusted."
Enzo chuckled softly, and Esmie could feel the rumble of his laughter in his chest. "Oh, I remember. You were the girl who nearly blew me up in Ollivanders."
