 PHILOMATH ❅ not one atom, but two ♪ ♪ made of starstuff ❅ def main():
Lucia Laporte wasn't sure when she had decided that Hogwarts was her favourite place in the world. It definitely hadn't been a conscious decision. Perhaps it wasn't and she was just glad to be done with the summer and her parents, but there was just something about the castle that she adored, something old and mystical but also very friendly. No other place felt as friendly as Hogwarts.
Stifling a yawn, the just about fifteen year old - her birthday was tomorrow, though she doubted she'd get a gift from home this year - glided towards an available seat at the Hufflepuff table and sat, rubbing sleep from her eyes. She'd spent the last few hours on the train fast asleep, not minding the chatter of the first years she'd shared a compartment with. "Good evening," she politely murmured to the people closest to her, reaching up to useless smooth her short, curly hair. This is why her mother hadn't wanted her to chop it off. "You look feral," she had said. Lucia loved it, and couldn't help a tiny little smile at the feeling of it resisting her attempts to tame it.
At the mention of the feast, Lucia remembered to look up at the staff dais and blinked in surprise. What happened to Headmaster Trent? She wondered if she'd missed some important bit of news during the summer. Another side effect of not living in the country she went to school in. "Where is-" she started to ask, voice thin and quiet, and paused when she didn't see any closely familiar faces around her. Deflating a little, she pressed her hands to her lap. Perhaps Fowl would know, or Atlas. She'd ask them tomorrow. Her eyes darted to the snacks on the table, and then to the two people who had offered. Was the offer for everyone? Or...?
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