𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 (🪄) 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 ❝ there's no glory in taking the
easy path, only mediocrity. i'll take the thorns if it means i bloom brighter. ❞
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harry potter and the philosopher's stone - the deathly h...
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Snow fell softly over Hogwarts, blanketing the castle in a layer of glistening white and turning the grounds into a scene out of a fairy tale. Hermione trudged toward the Great Hall, her suitcase trailing behind her and a cozy scarf snug around her neck. The air was filled with the cheerful melodies of Hogwarts' ghosts, their spectral voices harmonizing in a festive carol. "Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, ring the Hogwarts bell," they sang, their song echoing through the enchanted corridors and filling the castle with holiday cheer.
Inside the Great Hall, the warmth of the season was on full display. A towering Christmas tree stood in the center, its branches adorned with sparkling ornaments that caught the light. Professor Flitwick hovered nearby, carefully adding the finishing touches with a flick of his wand. The crackling fire in the hearth added to the cozy atmosphere, where Harry and Ron sat locked in a lively game of chess, their competitive banter filling the room.
At a nearby table, Kimberly was, predictably, buried in her books, a quill poised in her hand as she focused on yet another academic challenge. Hermione paused for a moment to take it all in before her excitement bubbled over. "I can't believe it's finally here!" she exclaimed, her voice bright with anticipation.
Kimberly didn't look up right away. Instead, she finished the line she was writing, her quill hovering for a moment before setting it down with practiced precision. Then, slowly, she raised her gaze to Hermione, one eyebrow arched. "What's finally here?" she asked, her tone measured, as though unsure if she cared for the answer.
Hermione blinked, startled that Kimberly might not already know. "Christmas! We've been waiting for weeks. I mean, it's practically all anyone's been talking about!"
Kimberly nodded before returning to her notes. "Knight to E5," Harry declares confidently, orchestrating his next move with precision. As Ron's queen lunges forward, vanquishing Harry's knight with a resounding thud, a mischievous grin spreads across his face. Hermione's eyes widen in disbelief, her shocked expression mirroring her astonishment. "That's totally barbaric," she exclaims, her voice tinged with incredulity at Ron's ruthless tactics. "That's wizard's chess," Ron remarked, casting a glance towards Hermione as he took note of her absence of luggage. "I see you've packed," he observed, his tone carrying a hint of playful banter. Hermione's retort was swift. "See you haven't," she snapped, her words laced with a touch of sarcasm.
Ron's expression softened as he explained the sudden change in plans. "Change of plans," he announced, his voice infused with excitement. "My parents decided to go to Romania to visit my brother Charlie. He's studying dragons there," he revealed, his eyes alight with anticipation at the prospect of family adventures and the allure of magical creatures.
