Don't Cry for Me

June. The end of her seventh year. Graduation from Hogwarts. The special day was only two weeks away.

February Fortescue
Writer, Slytherin

June. The end of her seventh year. Graduation from Hogwarts. The special day was only two weeks away.

Tiffany and her friend Amber were walking around the corridors of the school and peaking into classrooms, remembering all of the fun times they had and all the memories they shared.

“Hey, Tiff, remember when Robby Goldsmith exploded his cauldron in Potions class and Serenity Tate turned a bright shade of green? That was priceless! I thought Professor Dillys was going to have him expelled!”

“How could I forget! Oh! Look, Amber, the professor has Potions instructions written on the board, and it's for Forgetfulness Potion! Is she hoping we'll forget about the class?”

“Nah, Tiff, most likely she's getting ready for the first years and looking over her instructions. Nothing would ever cause us to forget our time at Hogwarts!”

Tiffany nodded, knowing what her friend said was true. They continued walking and then sat down in an empty classroom.

“I am really going to miss this place,” sighed Amber. “I have several job applications in, but I don't really know how my future is going to turn out. I love Jaxon, and he wants to get married the moment we graduate, and I probably will. I've always wanted a large family with lots of kids. There's nothing like it! My mom keeps owling me and begging me not to do it, though. The parchment is stained with tears. I keep telling her, 'Don't cry for me! It will all be OK!' She has to let me make my own decisions now.”

“Yeah, I'm going to miss it, too. I'm an only child, and to be honest, I'm in no hurry to get married. I want to get my career off the ground first. I never knew any muggles until coming to this school, and now I think they are truly the most amazing people! I think it's a shame how we wizarding folk tend to judge them as inferior, when they aren't that way at all. They're just different, and in some ways they're superior. I can't believe I've been accepted as an apprentice for the Muggle Liaison office! Our lives will be different, but in some ways they'll be much better. We're adults, and finally independent and get to make our own choices.”

“You're right, Tiffany,” Amber replied. “The good by far outweighs the bad. Here's to graduation!”