Finally. Filch, McGonnagall, and all the rest are rejoicing: the damned Trio has finally graduated. No more worrying about crazy evil dark lords coming after students that seem to have a perpetual death wish, for one thing.
It's going to be a bit lonely without them, of course. Surely some new kids will have to step up to the plate and take on their roles. Who will be the well meaning but completely inept loser? Who will be the overly competitive, overly intelligent overachiever? Who will be the adorable sidekick? Who will be the drop dead gorgeous athlete? (Oh, woops, Oliver Wood left a few years ago, my mistake.) Who will be the evil, sarcastic, conceited, and horribly pale pureblood?
But of course Harry and company haven't just Disapparated into thin air! Nope, now they get to face the real world, even though they'd probably rather battle a hungry blast-ended skrewt. You have to feel sorry for St. Mungo's and the Ministry; they have no idea what they're getting into, hiring this riffraff.
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