Mod Journal for St. Margaret's. (saintly_mods) wrote in st_margarets, @ 2015-06-06 01:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | location: sport fields, location: the graveyard |
Narrative: Prickling of Thumbs
WHO: Unknown
WHEN: Night of Graduation, June 5
WHERE: The sports field, the graveyard
The podium had been put away. The confetti of celebration was swept off the newly made turf. The stands that had been packed with supportive underclassmen and parents during the commencement ceremony were now empty. Where earlier the athletic field had erupted with cheers and applause, the large open area was quiet. Somewhere a flier with the registrar of names of graduating Experts and St. Margaret's official school emblem fluttered in a passing breeze from the ocean.
Reperio, cresco et dirigo.
Speeches had been given, tears had been shed, graduation gowns and handshakes with the Headmistress were all passed. The page had turned. St. Margaret's Experts had ceremoniously passed their torch onto the next graduating class and had marched off the field to begin new chapters of their lives. There was a spirit of hope in the air. St. Margaret's Academy was sending her newly vested alumni out of its safe haven and into the world to integrate. They would be ambassadors, better prepared to coexist with humans as masters of their supernatural parts.