Motivation ⌁ Tom Riddle ✔

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There wasn't much longer until the term ended for the summer, only one more week, many first and second years cheering, and many seventh years crying. The results had finally been given out, and Abigail stared at the envelope, too frightened for what her results would be if she'd opened it. Alison, Chris and Billy seemed over-enthusiastic, almost ripping their envelopes to shreds. Prior to the envelope-tearing, Chris pressed his envelope against his chest, praying that he'd got an 'O' in everything.

Abigail stared at Alison as her eyes scanned the paper, her smile not disappearing, only getting larger as she got to the end of the page. Billy huffed happily, holding his results up for them to see. He'd passed everything; not one letter was wasn't an 'O.' It seemed Chris passed everything with OUTSTANDING written beside the subjects.

Not caring any longer, Abigail huffed as she stripped her envelope, unfolding the paper that was contained on the inside. She felt nothing but joy as she read her results. She'd received an O in everything, apart from transfiguration which she had just managed to pass, but it was still a good feeling, knowing she had passed everything without knowing she would or could receive such high success.

"I passed everything," Alison squealed. "There are too many 'O's for me to handle!"

"That makes two of us, love, but, see, I was expecting it," Chris smirked. He wasn't the only one expecting himself to pass everything with the highest mark; he was one of the smartest people in the entire school.

"We should go to Hogsmeade," Billy exhaled, tucking his results away in his bag. "I want to go there one last time; dunno when I'll be back."

"Right, it's opened for seventh-years for the rest of the week, isn't it?" Alison furrowed her brows, pointing a thumb at Billy to signify that she'd been sharing the exact same thoughts. Billy nodded.

"I'll catch up with you guys later," Abigail concluded, her friends giving her an odd look.

"No, you're coming with us," Alison decided for her, arms crossing. Billy and Chris were giving her a look as though they were thinking the same thing Alison was thinking.

"Come on," Billy nodded. "This will be the last time us four do something like this. Many people who go to school together lose contact out in the real world, or just stop being friends."

She knew he wasn't lying; she'd heard the exact same thing from her parents.

Instead, she sighed, smiling. "Fine. Let's go, then."

"Wait!" A voice called from behind her. A familiar voice, in fact. Abigail looked behind to see Brianna walking quickly over to them, until she reached beside Billy. "I'm coming, too."

"You mean you heard us from all the way over there?" Billy said to her, furrowing his brows.

She shrugged in return. "You lot were talking rather loudly."

And so they reached the inn, ordered butterbeer - though Chris got highly upset when he was declined a firewhiskey - and chatted at a table.

"I'm going to work for the M.o.M as soon as I can," Brianna chirped, taking a large gulp of her butterbeer.

"I hope you're as determined as you sound," said Abigail, fighting back her laughter at the look on Brianna's face.