May 27th, 1895 — Hogwarts, Ravenclaw Tower
It didn't feel real. Seven years Eve had stood, sat, studied in this room, and tonight was the last she would ever spend there. She stood beneath the star-laden ceiling of the familiar tower, motionless. Staring. Trying to soak up every last detail of her beloved school. This last year in particular felt surreal-- gone in the span of a breath and, at the same time, interminable. Terrible. She took a steadying breath, then wrapped her arms carefully about her waist.
Just thinking about the Coming of Age Ball, about the season, about what came next almost made her sick. She'd always known it was only a matter of time. Now that her brother was... gone, there was only her to see her family's legacy thrive, and really there had never been a choice when he was still alive. It was what Father expected. What everyone expected.
And still, what she would not give for another few years of school.
(Open to those with access to Ravenclaw tower)