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The balcony located on the fourth floor is one of the few balconies in the castle. In an opening along the corridor, on the opposite side of the castle from the library, is where you can find this particular balcony. If you ever need a break from doing that lengthy Arithmancy homework or need a place to relax with a friend, this balcony is a great place to get a few minutes of fresh air before getting back to work again.
You will notice that you are approaching the balcony when you can feel a slight change in temperature. During the autumn and spring seasons, the breezes that come through this opening are inviting. The winter months, however, bring forth a chill, even with the nearby torches being lit. No matter the temperature, the fourth-floor balcony always provides some of the most breathtaking sights of the grounds below and mountains beyond as well as a clear view of the Whomping Willow in all of her glory. Keep note that it does get a little wet here when it rains, so make sure you conjure an umbrella.
PHILOMATH ❅ not one atom, but two ♪ ♪ made of starstuff ❅ def main():
Sylvie loved this castle. She loved her friends, she loved the magic stuff, she loved the grounds but most of all she loved the castle itself. It was always surprising her and and kept them on their toes and she just wanted to give it a big ol' hug because it was funny and amazing and exciting and the best. Once, in second year, she had hugged a suit of armour and hoped the rest of the castle would understand that it was meant for alllllll of it because she loved it that much.
Of course, the next day she'd fallen down the moving staircase so Sylvie had taken that to mean that Hogwarts wasn't much of a hugger. Which is totally okay because there are people who don't like hugs an you have to figure out a better way to show them affection. Her grandad for example, he hates hugs but he likes handwritten letters. It was weird, but he liked it and she wasn't judging.
Armed with her sketchbook and her pencil case from home, the fourth year happily walked around after lunch for a spot to sit at and just enjoy being back. She found the balcony easily enough and decided it was the absolute perfect place to sit in because she needed to practice on drawing landscapes.
She hopped up onto the banister and peered down at the ground, figuring she probably should try not to fall. The fourth floor was really high after all, and magic probably wouldn't save her here. Shrugging, she crossed her legs under her and settled down, picking her favourite pencil as she eyed the grounds in front of her. This was a really nice view. Perhaps she'd bring Théo here, or Chris. Chris might like it more.
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Sylvie loved this castle. She loved her friends, she loved the magic stuff, she loved the grounds but most of all she loved the castle itself. It was always surprising her and and kept them on their toes and she just wanted to give it a big ol' hug because it was funny and amazing and exciting and the best. Once, in second year, she had hugged a suit of armour and hoped the rest of the castle would understand that it was meant for alllllll of it because she loved it that much.
Of course, the next day she'd fallen down the moving staircase so Sylvie had taken that to mean that Hogwarts wasn't much of a hugger. Which is totally okay because there are people who don't like hugs an you have to figure out a better way to show them affection. Her grandad for example, he hates hugs but he likes handwritten letters. It was weird, but he liked it and she wasn't judging.
Armed with her sketchbook and her pencil case from home, the fourth year happily walked around after lunch for a spot to sit at and just enjoy being back. She found the balcony easily enough and decided it was the absolute perfect place to sit in because she needed to practice on drawing landscapes.
She hopped up onto the banister and peered down at the ground, figuring she probably should try not to fall. The fourth floor was really high after all, and magic probably wouldn't save her here. Shrugging, she crossed her legs under her and settled down, picking her favourite pencil as she eyed the grounds in front of her. This was a really nice view. Perhaps she'd bring Théo here, or Chris. Chris might like it more.
Wow, this place was awe inspiring. Elliott couldn't believe how incredible it was, there was just something about this magical place the brought out a part of her she could have only hoped to have found one day. And now, with thanks to this awesome castle, she had found it. She had found her inspiration to write.
And so, notebook and quill in hand, she made her way to the balcony. She had heard about the few balconies before but never really intended to visit them. But she figured this was as good a place as any to sit with her imagination.
Upon reaching her destination, she stood against the banister stopping her from falling and gazed at the view before her. She had seen this from the common room but it somehow seemed different here, like somebody had shone a new, brighter light on the grounds surrounding the castle. And she absolutely adored it.
Taking in the soothing fresh air, she closed her eye and held her face up against the sun above. She would be happy here, she was sure.
With a gentle sigh, she turned on her heel and searched for a nice place to sit and read. Her eyes fell on the older girl, sketchbook in her hand. Oh no, she hadn't interrupted had she?
Ellie cleared her throat so as not to startle the girl and considered what to say.
"Hi, I hope I'm not interrupting, would you mind some company"
She sure hoped not, she wouldn't mind making a friend.
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I'm gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier;
I'm gonna live like tomorrow doesn't exist I'm gonna fly like a bird through the night, feel my tears as they dry;
I'm gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier
PHILOMATH ❅ not one atom, but two ♪ ♪ made of starstuff ❅ def main():
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Originally Posted by Lilly94
Wow, this place was awe inspiring. Elliott couldn't believe how incredible it was, there was just something about this magical place the brought out a part of her she could have only hoped to have found one day. And now, with thanks to this awesome castle, she had found it. She had found her inspiration to write.
And so, notebook and quill in hand, she made her way to the balcony. She had heard about the few balconies before but never really intended to visit them. But she figured this was as good a place as any to sit with her imagination.
Upon reaching her destination, she stood against the banister stopping her from falling and gazed at the view before her. She had seen this from the common room but it somehow seemed different here, like somebody had shone a new, brighter light on the grounds surrounding the castle. And she absolutely adored it.
Taking in the soothing fresh air, she closed her eye and held her face up against the sun above. She would be happy here, she was sure.
With a gentle sigh, she turned on her heel and searched for a nice place to sit and read. Her eyes fell on the older girl, sketchbook in her hand. Oh no, she hadn't interrupted had she?
Ellie cleared her throat so as not to startle the girl and considered what to say.
"Hi, I hope I'm not interrupting, would you mind some company"
She sure hoped not, she wouldn't mind making a friend.
Sylvie looked up as she heard footsteps and instantly looked back down when she saw it wasn't someone she knew. Not that she wasn't a friendly person because totally was, the friendliest, but sometimes Sylvie doesn't realise she doesn't have a full grasp of the situation. In this moment, the fourth year's mind was was already thinking about outlines and possible colour schemes before the girl spoke up and she blinked.
Oh, there was a girl here. Sylvie smiled at her, all teeth and Gryffindor cheer.
"You're not interrupting," Sylvie said, assuming the girl was either a first or a second year. You could sort of smell the newness on the younger ones, she'd noticed that last year. "Sure! Just don't fall, I'm not good with spells that'll keep you alive," she added with another smile, cheerful as if talking about the weather.
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yeah I like tеlling stories________________________
but I don't have to write them in ink_____ _____________I could still change the end
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With just a few hours to himself before his next class, Patrick sat down on the edge of the balcony and looked out to see the scenery. He really enjoyed the views. Looking out he opened his journal that he kept all of his to know things about Hogwarts in. This was his third one. He had gone through a journal a semester. It had notes from interesting things in class to his daily thoughts on the school. Today he had to write down making the reserves for the Quidditch house team. He had no idea he would make the team his second year. He looked up and watched a bird or two fly by before bending his head to write again.
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