Daisy | The Marauders Era

Year One: Home Sweet Home

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    There was one place that Daisy hadn't really visited at all her in four months at Hogwarts, despite her older sister forever telling her how spectacular it was.

    The library.

    The library was beautiful. Rows upon rows of glossy walnut shelves scattered the entire room, there were even stairs leading up to another floor! Rugged with violet carpet. That room was mainly filled with tables and chairs where students could study, as well as more books that were ready to burst from their shelves. Above that lounge, was a large circular skylight roof that protruded outwards like a dome, allowing students to be blessed with the warm sunlight while they read.

    Lily gloated about the library the minute she arrived home in her first year, telling their mother about all the different things she had learned and how she would spend hours just sitting by herself with her head in a book. Coming here, Daisy understood why.

    It was insanely peaceful. The cinnamon coloured walls complimented the dark brown bookcases, and the cream coloured floor felt like she were walking on a cloud. It would be the perfect place to study, or even just to sit alone for a while to gather your thoughts.

    A few Christmas decorations such as tinsel shimmered along the top of the bookshelves, the stair bannister, and baubles hanged from the golden chandelier, for the holidays. Red, green, blue, yellow, silver, it was beautiful.

And the most attractive, was the tree. A glorious ten foot scotch pine. Multicoloured lights hung in a spiral around the tree, the same colours as each house. And a bright gold star at the top. Christmas was almost here.

    The fresh smell of new books, parchment, and pine leaves tingled Daisy's nose as she began wandering around the many isles looking for something to read over the holidays. Dragging her finger along the books under the section of 'tales and stories' she eventually stopped on a lime green paperback spine that piqued her interest. It stuck out from the rest of the cool coloured ones, as it it were calling on her to pull it off the shelf and give it a read, it was the chosen one.

    Gently pulling it from between two other books, Daisy read the front cover that said, 'Mr Poppington and the dancing shoes, by Agatha Morello'. And looked at the picture that was of two yellow clog shoes caught mid tap on top of a wooden bench in front of a close up of a white house.

    'Oh that sounds interesting.' Daisy hummed to herself as she flipped the book over to read the blurb on the back that was in a centred format in dark green letters that were complimenting and easy to read off of the lighter green of the cover.

'Mr Poppington was a strange man. All the children in the neighbourhood knew him to be the "weird old man who lives on the corner".
Mr Poppington's house was rather unordinary. The smoke from his chimney would turn blue, then pink, then yellow, then green. His front door handle changed from time to time and nobody knew why. Last but not least, two clog shoes always remained perched in the same place on the same bench at the same time every day. They never moved.
One day, Mr Poppington has a knock on the door and meets a little girl who asks him about his colourful chimney, his door handle, and the shoes that never left his bench.
Emma Barnes was completely blown away when she was shown that Mr Poppinton's shoes could dance.'

    It wasn't a very long book at all, just a short story, and she could probably read it in one night if she wanted to. And it sounded very comforting. Opening the book to have a look at the pages, it was an easy book to read, it only had two hundred or so pages which was great because Daisy didn't want to check out a book only not to finish it because she got bored — something she was very good at doing.