A Little Bit of the Clear Stuff

I realise it's been a very long time. Work gets in the way I'm afraid. When you write about boring things like law and property for a living, sometimes it can be hard to jump start your imagination for anything else. Please bare with this until I find a beta. I may write all the time but I'm notoriously bad at proof reading. It will be edited, but right now I'm still just testing the waters.

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By the time I arrived at the castle it was already half past midday. The students wouldn't be arriving for another 72 hours and so I had the rest of Friday and the weekend to swan around this big ol' place like lady of the manor before it was infested.

I was escored through winding corridoors by a stumply and stout, but rather polite little witch with a funny name that I forget. I remember thinking I'd never find my way back again without assistance, but I didn't bring it up. She was one of those over fussy types and the last thing I needed was any more of her overbearing 'help' with an issue. If I got lost I got lost, I'd just have to deal with it.

By the time we reached the bottom of the winding stone case that led to my rooms, my mood had shifted from mildly interested to fuck with me and I'll fucking fuck you up status. I was tired, confused and scared. Only a week earlier I'd been told that I, along with the rest of the world was in grave danger and my only hope was to be ungracefully torn from the real world under the pretence of an oversears job and come here. Frankly, I hadn't a clue what was going on at the time, and if it wasn't for the support of certain members of staff I might just have taken off for the dark forest and not come back.

My bags had barely touched the (spectacular) bed when a fat, unevelnley fethered owl with a gammy leg flew through the old leaded window and dropped an envelope into my lap. I had hoped to spend some time admiring the vast and grand accomodation I'd been provided with. The stately bedroom adorened with rich royal blue fabric fixtures led into an even larger and yet cosy living space decorated in a similar manner and with the addition of a massive real fire, that I thought was a nice touch. There was no kitchen I noticed, but then again I had heard only good things about the food provision in this place. Still, I would have liked the option. Was magical food even the same as human food? The bathroom was basic but it did the job, I happen to like old fasioned things so the whole thing suited me niceley. 

I turned the envelope over in my hands and gentley fingered the red wax seal I'd seen only once before. Being careful not to break it as I lifted it from the paper, I slid the brownish parchment out and unfolded it to read the small message written in green ink:

Welcome to Hogwarts,

Headmaster A. Dumbledore is honoured and delighted to welcome you to our historic place of learning.

As you are aware, there is a pressing need to commence with matters discussed forthwith. With this in mind, you presence is requested immediatley in the headmaster's office for a meet and greet with staff members and an introduciton to your new training schedule.

Follow the footsteps.

Yours,

M. McGonagall.

I didn't question when upon looking down, black inky looking shoe prints appeared on the grey stone floor. Nor was I inclined to respond adversley when they began to fidget and pace in a show of impatience. Sighing, I discaded the letter on the bed and made to follow them out of the room and down the  stairs.