The Owlery and the Last Day of Freedom

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In this, they are given a week to settle into Hogwarts at the start of every year. This is the last Sunday before school actually starts, so it's now Sunday the 11th

11th September, Sunday

I woke up way too early today, as in before the sun level early, and after writing a quick letter to my parents, I change into a simple sweater, my skirt and leggings, and style my hair. Calling Thistle, I ask her to look after Teddy while I take my letter to the Owlery.

 Calling Thistle, I ask her to look after Teddy while I take my letter to the Owlery

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 Leaving my room as quietly as I can, I wrap my scarf around my neck before leaving the common room

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Leaving my room as quietly as I can, I wrap my scarf around my neck before leaving the common room. Wrapping my scarf more securely around my neck, I rush up the stairs to the Owlery.

Finding Arty, I get her to land on my arm and attach the letter to her leg, she nips at my fingers affectionately, before she takes off, flying through the mountains, and out of sight.

Walking out of the Owlery, I keep going down the stairs until I get to one of the windows. Sitting down, I prop my feet on the bench across from me,

 Sitting down, I prop my feet on the bench across from me,

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and stare out the window. Breakfast won't be served for a few more hours, so I lean back and watch as the clouds dance across the sky. There's no pollution here, everything is made or generated by magic, so every star and every constellation was displaying its contrast to the inky black of the night. Closing my eyes, my song playing in my head as I hum along to it, perfectly content with not a care in the world

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