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Taking one last look at the place he'd called home for the past 6 years, Ash smiled. It wasn't his usual carefree smile; this one was tinged with sadness, longing, and a little regret. But when Ellen told you to do something, Ash had learnt long ago that you didn't argue.

He was needed back at the Roadhouse. There were rumours of something big heading their way in the hunting world, and all hands were needed on deck. Including his. McGonagall wasn't happy about the decision, in fact it had taken more than a few angry letters, one howler and a visit from Ellen in person before she agreed.

"So this is goodbye..." he murmered to himself, shifting his trunk from one hand to the other and huffing a small laugh. He was gunna miss this place. Glancing up, Ash couldn't help his eyes being drawn to the towers, one of which he's spent the past 6 years of his life.

'Don't behave yourself too much, Stark' he'd told his dormmate earlier as he was packing up his posessions, before handing him a box with no visible opening. He knew how much Tony liked a challenge, and this was sure to keep him busy for all of 5 minutes.

On his way out of the tower he'd bumped into Mordred, and he'd taken the opportunity to ruffle the kid's hair one last time, before shooting him a grin and moving off. Harriet was next. This one, in all honesty, had been the hardest. He'd told her to keep in contact, and leave some drink for him for when he came back. The unspoken truth that he probably wouldn't be doing so was left lingering between them, and if he hugged her tighter than usual, they didn't mention it.

Sam and Dean had been waiting in the Entrance Hall when he arrived, and he took one look at their faces before quipping, 'Awh, c'mon, no tears. You know you can visit in the summer.' They'd both laughed at that, and the three boys had spent the next few minutes making idle conversation, before Ash announced that he really had to go, or Ellen would crucify him. With one last hug for them both, and a wave, he walked out of the looming oak doors leading out into the courtyard, stopping brieftly to look back at the castle, before moving on.

Leaving Dean to go on to the Hufflepuff dorms, Sam carried on walking, joining the flow of people heading towards the Great Hall. He watched as couples laughed together, and couldn't help a soft, wistful smile crossing his face at the displays of affection. His thoughts soon turned to his brother and his date - Sam knew better than anyone how much Dean deserved someone that made him happy, and he was glad Castiel had given his brother a second chance - but it only served to remind him what he had lost.

Making a split second decision, Sam turned down the corridor that lead towards the Ravenclaw common room, and after a few minutes spent navigating around the students heading the other way, he was soon climbing the stairs to his dormitory. Pushing open the door quietly at the top, he breathed a sigh of relief when he found the room empty. He didn't want to have to explain himself to any of his dormmates.

Moving to his trunk, he knelt down next to it, opening the lid. Taking his wand out of his suit jacket, he took out the robes and textbooks that lay at the top and placed them on his bed, before tapping the bottom and muttering an incantation. A devil's trap flashed briefly upon the surface of the wood before disappearing and leaving behind a small catch which Sam pulled, lifting away the false bottom.

Immediately his eyes were drawn towards a moving photograph, and he let out a choked laugh as he picked it up, smiling despite the tears collecting in the corners of his eyes. The picture showed a laughing Jess with her arms wrapped around Sam's neck; her dressed in a bloody nurse's costume and him in conventional dress robes. No matter how hard she protested, he'd refused to dress up at the last Halloween Ball... Now he wished he had.

Placing the picture gently to one side, he reached in again and pulled out a plain black bracelet. Sliding it on, the material felt cool against his skin - a stark reminder that the owner of the matching bracelet was gone. Jess had given it to him as a present one Christmas; she'd charmed it so that whenever they were both wearing them at the same time they would grow pleasantly warm - Sam never took his off until after Jess' death, the other having been melted in the fire.

Almost reverently, Sam picked up the photo once more, holding it gently in his hands as if it would break apart at the slightest movement. He watched as Jess and the Sam in the photo laughed together, and felt his chest tighten; even more so when they both looked in his direction and smiled. He would give anything to be able to see that smile again...

The absence of any noise from the common room was what first alerted Sam to how much time had passed - a brief thought flickered through his mind to not go, but he instantly rejected that idea. He owed it to Dean, after the amount of effort he went through to get the suits.

He owed it to Jess.

With one last look at the photo, he put it back, quickly replacing the fake bottom of the trunk, and throwing the robes and books back on top once it was back in place. Standing, Sam brushed down his suit, pocketing his wand and taking a deep breath. He'd try and enjoy the night as best he could, for Jess' sake, if nothing else.

After the time-out due to Anne's abrupt removal from the pitch, Loki was more determined than ever to gain some points for Slytherin. With Ravenclaw now down a chaser, his team had a slight advantage, and he wasn't going to let that advantage slip away. Tailing one of the Ravenclaw chasers - he believed her name to be Lucy - his gaze became focused solely on the red ball held in her grip. Clutching his broom handle tightly, Loki was paying no attention to what was going on around him, which meant when the bludger came speeding in his direction, he was in no position to move out of the way.

Crack.

Instantly, Loki's shoulder blossomed with white heat, and he cried out, bringing one hand automatically up to cradle the injury. Vision swimming from the intense pain that was eminating from his shoulder, his only thought was to get to the ground before something else happened. Unfortunately, his body had other ideas. Just as he was passing the Gryffindor spectator stand on his way down, he found the grip on his broom loosening, and tried desperately to focus on the vivid green of the pitch, but to no avail. Slowly, the world started draining of colour, and Loki felt his eyes slip closed.