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Cornelia wanted desperately to write home. She wanted to tell her papa and mum that she was in Slytherin. She wanted to ask them what they thought about Muggles. She wanted to know what they thought about what was going on at the school. She wanted them to know that she missed them a lot.
But, of course, she couldn't do any of that. Her owl was gone. All the owls were gone.
So the first year lay in bed, moving her wand up and down and up and down. She was mindlessly levitating her pillow to distract herself. It was a needed, though temporary, distraction from wanting to contact her parents, but also a distraction from everything else going on. Some of the things they were being told made sense, but other things seemed not very pleasant. She still didn't know what to think of it all. Right now she didn't want to think.
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