Chapter III

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(Who I imagine as Esra✨🥰😍)

(Who I imagine as Esra✨🥰😍)

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Chapter 3

It was officially the first day of the school year and Esra was up early—hoping to start her day in the best possible way. The previous day had consisted of the sixth years finalising the options that they were to be taking for the next two years. Esra had done extremely well in her OWLs, receiving O's in the majority of her subjects with at least an A in her very worst ones. All throughout the day, they had meetings with their head of houses as they went through the options. Sitting opposite Professor Flitwick, it was safe to say that there were not going to be any problems.

"My, my, what a splendid set of results, Miss Grimaldi. I sure hope to see you in my Charms class," Flitwick had proposed as she first sat down. Esra ended up choosing History of Magic [by default], Transfigurations, Charms, Ancient Runes, DADA, and Potions.

When she awoke, the rest of her roommates were still asleep. Esra laid in her bed for a while; she stared at the high ceiling and let out a sigh as she turned to the alarm clock on her bedside table. It was nearly quarter to eight. Esra rubbed the remaining sleep from her eyes. There were small movements from the end of her bed and she peeked over to see Sniffles was still sleeping soundly. The prefect carefully moved from the bed, making sure that the other sleeping girls wouldn't wake. Esra tiptoed to the end of her bed and to her trunk; she took out all of the shower essentials and made her way into the bathroom.

The first thing she did upon entering the small bathroom that she shared with her three friends was gaze at her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes immediately dropped to the sink, not wishing to see anymore. She looked at the four different toothbrushes in the brush holder before pulling her own out. Putting a satisfactory amount of toothpaste on the bristles, she began to brush away her morning breath—all the while trying to brush her hair, which proved to be a massive struggle. It was extremely easy for her hair to get knotty, and heavily brushing her hair often got tiresome. In the end, she just gave up and used a charm to brush through her dark brown hair.

In the actual shower, Esra more or less took ten minutes until she had finished. She dried herself off before exiting the steamy bathroom. Much cooler air already hit her body as the comfort of warmth rolled off. When she walked in, her roommates were also up and already dressed in their robes.

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