𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨 | Marauders Era

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February 15, 1973. Thursday

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

2nd year, 2nd term

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‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ The next day, Elora found herself engrossed in the library since she had the next 2 hours free before study hall, which was basically useless in her opinion.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ She chose a table in the back of the library and stacked books to cover herself. Was it efficient? Merlin, no, the poor girl couldn't even lay a book somewhere if she needed to. But did she need it? Yes. Yes, she did. Besides studying, the girl was also hiding from most of her friends.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Why, you may ask? Elora had received a letter from the Dragon Unity Alliance the night before and was absolutely terrified. The girl was well aware of the D.U.A.'s work, given her family's involvement. However, receiving a letter from them was unusual since it was typically her parents who corresponded with the organization. But for her? A 12-year-old girl who would receive a letter from a large organization was nearly impossible. At least that's what she thought.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ So when she read the letter, she didn't expect an invitation formally inviting her to one of the Dragon Unity Alliance's Academy in Egypt. Elora thought they were absolutely nuts! For sure, they invited her due to her relationship with her parents, but now? A 12 year old in one of the most prestigious academies for magizoology? She was in for a treat if anyone knew about it.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Elora kept the letter by her side in the library, constantly switching her gaze to it and the book she was reading. She huffed out and dropped the book she held, earning a "Shhh" from Madame Pince, but she didn't really care.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ She had thought about it, of course. Elora thought about what would happen if she accepted, because who wouldn't? She obviously wanted to accept. The dream of becoming a dragonologist would come sooner than she would've thought. But would it be worth it? She didn't really think about that part.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ With a quick "Accio Quill," she began writing. Writing a letter to the D.U.A. regarding their invitation. Her quill scratched the parchment roughly as her eyes went from one side of the paper to the other, rereading and rereading her sentences over and over until she was satisfied with the letter.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ She packed up her things—books, homework, Lord—all sorts of things she brought into the library to use as a wall, stuffed them into her bag, and made her way towards the Owelry.

And in just 10 minutes, her life would be changed forever.

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‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ The Owelry at Hogwarts was, well... decent, to say the least. The steps that led students to the entrance were already a workout itself, the owls owned by several students were dreadful. Some would bite or scratch you if you came up too close, others would literally poop on you if you ever so slightly disturbed them in any way.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Cleve, Elora's owl, was anything like that, of course.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Elora could remember the first time she met Cleve. One of her father's friends gifted her the owl as a birthday gift for her 12th birthday, which was, to say the least, recent.