The young witch had hardly expected her first to week to be as much of an adventure as it had been. A grueling, stressful adventure that tried to worm its way deep into her core. It occupied so much of her mind that, outside of classes and mealtimes, she thought of little else until the week was finally at an end. With the morning, Saturday brought the refreshing change of crisp, clean air and the promise of a fresh start.
A fresh book rested under her arm as Millie strolled the grounds, taking in the lingering greenery of the waning summer months. On this side of the Black Lake, the deep water of the loch mixed with the heady aroma of the vegetation to arouse her senses. It brightened her sight and quickened her pace to find just the right spot to read her new book. Stashed in her trunk for a week, Millie was excited to finally crack open The Chronicles of the Enchanted Isles, which promised her a sailing adventure full of mythical creatures and hidden treasure in a far-off setting she could only imagine.
"Mildred, dear, are you free for a moment of your time..."
The words came wafting into her ears before she was nearly out of range, forcing Millie to double back toward the speaker. She recognized Violetta DeCroix, they shared classes together though not as much free time. And it was free time the young witch cherished most today, so much that her heart sank when she drew near and saw the massive tome the Slytherin girl was reading from. She wanted to be enthralled in the idylls of a seafaring fantasy, not parsing through the idiosyncrasies of Herbology.
"Doing a bit of light reading for Professor Skeeter's class?" Millie took the seat next to the other witch, and nestled her book between her dress and the infinite pages of the thick text dropped onto her lap. The tiny print seemed to spell out her doom for the next few hours, though she squinted at it anyway. Some details about some magical fungus that Millie wasn't very familiar with.
"It looks like some of the things Papa works with," she offered noncommittally. It wasn't as if she knew all the answers being sought after, but maybe she had absorbed one or two from being around her father's work.
A fresh book rested under her arm as Millie strolled the grounds, taking in the lingering greenery of the waning summer months. On this side of the Black Lake, the deep water of the loch mixed with the heady aroma of the vegetation to arouse her senses. It brightened her sight and quickened her pace to find just the right spot to read her new book. Stashed in her trunk for a week, Millie was excited to finally crack open The Chronicles of the Enchanted Isles, which promised her a sailing adventure full of mythical creatures and hidden treasure in a far-off setting she could only imagine.
"Mildred, dear, are you free for a moment of your time..."
The words came wafting into her ears before she was nearly out of range, forcing Millie to double back toward the speaker. She recognized Violetta DeCroix, they shared classes together though not as much free time. And it was free time the young witch cherished most today, so much that her heart sank when she drew near and saw the massive tome the Slytherin girl was reading from. She wanted to be enthralled in the idylls of a seafaring fantasy, not parsing through the idiosyncrasies of Herbology.
"Doing a bit of light reading for Professor Skeeter's class?" Millie took the seat next to the other witch, and nestled her book between her dress and the infinite pages of the thick text dropped onto her lap. The tiny print seemed to spell out her doom for the next few hours, though she squinted at it anyway. Some details about some magical fungus that Millie wasn't very familiar with.
"It looks like some of the things Papa works with," she offered noncommittally. It wasn't as if she knew all the answers being sought after, but maybe she had absorbed one or two from being around her father's work.
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