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A cloudless sky reigned untarnished above a lake settled within a valley. Setting behind the mountain ridge was the final sun of August. Its egress was pervaded with a wide range of color; red, orange, yellow, and pink. Each was painted across the the horizon in vibrant displays of art. Rising on the polar side was the pale moon. It was only half of its full size and on the waning descent. The soft mellow light drizzled over the resting land, coating it in the whitish rays. Below was in the time of night as the sun had its final bow.
The next dawn would see a callow sun. It would naively climb into the highest reaches. The suns’ grappling was beginning with a new experience, it would reconstruct the sky to how it saw fit. The scheme of colors would shift and change, no two sunrises were the same. Each had their own unique portrayal of it, with the concentration of intensities and the pallet. Some were brighter than others, some had a longer duration, and others were quite rare in comparison. The ruling of the sun was measured in its days and warmth. The crowning moment was at the time of its grandest distance- the sun’s prime.
In the heart of the valley the lake slept soundly. On the distant shores the castle was in a place of interlude. The sun had fallen away with its light and the moon had not yet ascended into its reign. Deep within the castle’s towers, turrets, and walls the school was empty. The young students would arrive on the morrow ready to begin a new year. On the grounds of the school the trees would turn to crimson and gold in the following months. In time they would become barren as snow covered the ground. The clouds would grow dense and the temperature would plummet. At the first sightings of warmth flowers would grow to speckle the earth, and soon the castle would feel the new rays of spring. When the shadows shrank back to near invisibility the time of summer would be at last upon them once again. But, for now, they were on the brink of autumn.
Over its millennium of existence Hogwarts had descried countless events. During the years the school had witnessed empires rise and fall, generations of students enter and graduate, and headmasters and headmistresses come and go. The seasons passed, teachers were hired while others retired, it had seen tyrannical dictators in various forms meet their ends, and it had watched friendships begin and friendships break and fade away. Memories pasted into legends and some things were forgotten, while others would never be.
Now in light of the years following the Battle of Hogwarts the school had been repaired and there were several new staff changes to the castle. Inside the Headmistress’s Office six individuals were involved in an engaging conversation. The four Heads of Houses, the Deputy Headmaster, and the Headmistress herself- Minerva McGonagall.
“Are they ready Professor?”
“A better phrase is ‘Will they be ready?’”
“That remains to be seen.”
They were in various spots around the circular room. Professor McGonagall was seated at her desk with a stern expression. Surrounding her were the trusted Heads of Houses, Professors Longbottom, Berry, Collins, and Ozpin. Her Deputy Headmaster was Professor Ohara, who preformed the role of Astrology teacher.
Professor Collins was the Head of Ravenclaw House, and was standing by the bookshelf. She had been hired at age twenty one, right after a successful three year run at the Ministry of Magic. Professor Collins had light blonde hair with misty blue eyes. She taught the subject of Charms at Hogwarts in addition to her Head duties. Needless to say Professor Collins was very impeccably organized and brilliant. Throughout her fifteen years as the Charms Professor she had only been the Head of Ravenclaw for seven, after filling the position when Professor Flitwick retired fully (after she had been his teaching assistant and duel Charms teacher).
Professor Berry was a man of average height and ginger hair. He was the History of Magic teacher and the Head of Hufflepuff. In his years prior to being one of the Hogwarts staff Professor Berry had also worked for the Ministry of Magic, in the Department of Magical Education. He had been there for six years after completing his studies at Hogwarts. Professor Berry replaced the notorious ghost Professor Binns, and in his ten years of teaching the morale and likeness for History of Magic has increased greatly. He stood on the stone steps leaning against the pillars.
Down on the entry level stood the Head of Gryffindor House, Professor Longbottom. He had been among the class of seventh years with Professor Collins to fight in the Battle of Hogwarts. After that Professor Longbottom had entered into the Auror training program. Years later when it was announced that the long standing Herbology Professor (Sprout) was retiring he could hardly wait to apply. A gold wedding band was around his finger showing his recent marriage.
The last Head was of Slytherin House- Professor Ozpin. He was a middle aged man with black hair. Professor Ozpin’s subject was Defense Against the Dark Arts, his mission was to ensure that every student felt prepared and assured in their own abilities to fend from dark forces. He had been at Hogwarts longer than any of the other Heads.
“Their progress is commendable.” Professor Berry said. “We cannot forcibly pressure them for success.”
“They need to be capable of passing the exams.” Professor Collins stated.
“It is no question of them exceeding the tests, only by how much.” Professor Ozpin spoke from his place near Headmistress McGonagall.
“I think we may all agree that the four of them are well suited to pass the Ordinary Wizarding Level examinations. But rather, our concerns should be with how they will coincide with the other students and each other.” The Headmistress concluded.
Professor Collins scoffed, “There is only one who lacks in that behavioral sense.” With a glance at the Slytherin Head.
His eyes narrowed. “None of which she deserves.” Professor Ozpin said with a defensive manner. He had no appreciation for those who mocked his students, and especially her.
McGonagall looked to the Head of Gryffindor. “You are awfully quiet this evening, Professor Longbottom. Do you not agree with what has been said?” She asked him.
Quickly he looked up from where his eyes had been examining the floor. “No Headmistress, it’s not that.” Professor Longbottom began. “I feel that the social problems lie more in the other students rather than them. I think that the mistreatment of them has gone on for too long.”
“I agree with Neville. There is also too much special treatment afforded to them- and it’s not just from the other students.” Professor Berry added, voicing his opinions.
With a shallow sigh Headmistress McGonagall dismissed them from her office. “It is late, tomorrow is an important day that we should all be well rested for. We will have to continue this at a later time. Goodnight.”
Each of them said their parting remarks and in turn left the Headmistress’s Office in peace. Professor Longbottom headed for his quarters at a brisk pace, hoping he would not be disturbed. Ohara bid a goodnight to each of them before retiring to his chambers. Collins and Berry parted ways as they both turned in for the night. The Head of Slytherin lingered for a moment. He walked at a slow gait on the course for his own private room. Professor Ozpin ceased to move when he passed by a large windowpane. From the inside he could see the blackened sky were only the faint needle pricks of stars were visible. With a final valediction he peered up at the moon above and turned away from the window. Within the hour all of the staff were fast asleep in their beds, the last preparations had been made for the start of school, and they longed for a good night’s sleep.
They knew naught what tomorrow would bring. There was no inkling of the gathering clouds, nothing of the swirling winds, no mention of the falling rain, no trace of the impeding thunder, nothing to show the danger on the horizon, there was no sign to signal the imminent doom, nothing of a gesture to forewarn of the oncoming storm.
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