You walk down the familiar corridors, now quite empty, knowing that this is the last time. At least as a student. And, as a matter of fact, you realise, you are not even a student anymore. You have just graduated… you pause to check your watch… twenty-three minutes ago. Of course, graduating from primary school is not such a big deal - you even shake your bushy hair on this thought - but still. This is supposed to be an occasion anyway and you should be hurrying up instead of wandering these halls.

But you keep wandering nonetheless, ignoring for a moment that your parents must be waiting for you.

Without noticing and without pausing on your way, you stick your finger between the bricks on the wall and follow the path. It feels uncomfortable and you take it out after a couple of meters. When you were little, your thin finger would fit in perfectly and you clearly remember yourself walking down this very same corridor, a lot shorter and thinner, following the path between the bricks. The gesture brings back a wave of memories, and you wonder why, if you have hardly ever been actually happy in here, you are feeling sad now that you are leaving for good.

A door suddenly opens and a girl about your age emerges from the bathroom. Both jump startled, none of you expected anybody else to be there. After recognising, you look at each other for what seems like a long moment, but it is probably just a couple of seconds. It seems as if you have a lot to say; you Hermione, at least, know that there are a many things you want to tell Lisa, things that go back probably since you have stopped talking to each other in second grade. She opens her mouth first though and, even though you always want to be the first one talking, you decide to allow her to say whatever it is she has to say to you.

"Freak!" Lisa mutters, before braking into a run towards the exit.

You should have known better than to expect something else. Epiphanies, after all, usually remain in books or movies.

Shaking your head again, you run too. Your parents are waiting and there is nothing else for you in this old, red brick school.