Post by parvati patil macmillan on Jul 11, 2023 22:13:41 GMT -7
July 2028
Hogwarts Grounds
Hogwarts Grounds
If there was a dry eye left by the end of the graduation ceremony, anyone would have been hard-pressed to find it. Being able to celebrate the first graduations at the reopened Hogwarts was a tremendous achievement for so many people. It was a testament to the resilience of the students, many of whom had had their lives upended multiple times but who had managed to continue their educations and persevere despite the odds; it was a testament to the strength of the Hogwarts schools'—plural now—staff as a collective, who had continued to give their best day in and day out and adapt to the changes that had been made over the course of a year of planning and rebuilding from the rubble. It was also a moment to remember all those who hadn't made it to that point, particularly the students who had been killed at the hands of Elaine Dupree. But they were there, too, in spirit or in the sunshine gleaming down from a blue sky.
Parvati looked on as students embraced their loved ones who had come to the campus for the occasion, relief evident on the faces of those who didn't have to give a single thought to OWLs or NEWTs or higher studies again. From where she stood on the periphery, she would give the occasional nod or smile. It was the students' time to be proud of themselves and their accomplishments, not that she wasn't immensely proud of them herself. She had been working at Hogwarts for long enough that she had seen many of them grow up before her eyes. She'd helped many of them through tragedy, and she'd had to draw on the strength she saw in them to get through some of her own pain, particularly since losing her daughter, Shreya.
Every so often, she would have a student or family member—or both—approach her to comment on what a help it had been to have Madam Macmillan at Hogwarts to provide counseling. Parvati felt that it was nice to be reminded that her work mattered. She didn't always get to hear it or to see the impact of her sessions with students who had been struggling, typically because they were the ones who didn't want to admit that there had been any problems to begin with. Getting to see students achieve something so significant for them was special, and there was something gratifying in knowing that she would get to see many of the students' continued progress as they moved on to the next steps in their educations at Hogwarts.
Irina Rose Krum
Parvati looked on as students embraced their loved ones who had come to the campus for the occasion, relief evident on the faces of those who didn't have to give a single thought to OWLs or NEWTs or higher studies again. From where she stood on the periphery, she would give the occasional nod or smile. It was the students' time to be proud of themselves and their accomplishments, not that she wasn't immensely proud of them herself. She had been working at Hogwarts for long enough that she had seen many of them grow up before her eyes. She'd helped many of them through tragedy, and she'd had to draw on the strength she saw in them to get through some of her own pain, particularly since losing her daughter, Shreya.
Every so often, she would have a student or family member—or both—approach her to comment on what a help it had been to have Madam Macmillan at Hogwarts to provide counseling. Parvati felt that it was nice to be reminded that her work mattered. She didn't always get to hear it or to see the impact of her sessions with students who had been struggling, typically because they were the ones who didn't want to admit that there had been any problems to begin with. Getting to see students achieve something so significant for them was special, and there was something gratifying in knowing that she would get to see many of the students' continued progress as they moved on to the next steps in their educations at Hogwarts.
Irina Rose Krum