A nice and quiet evening had turned into a nice and quiet night at Hogwarts. Just the few echoing sounds of birds and crickets from the forest. As the ground settled into darkness, one solitary light and four travelers trod through the grass toward the cave that was nestled at the edge of the forbidden forest.
“We’re awmaist thare, and th’ wey is clear,” Orlando said to the others as he pulled his wand away from lighting the path ahead, and pointed the tip at the Marauder’s Map.
“It’ll be good tae see the old homestead again,” Dan grinned.
“I hope Wordsworth made it through okay,” Gryffindor’s Gentleman thought out loud as he walked through the darkened grounds his hand holding Céilidh’s.
“Ah wid think sae bein’ a magical safe an aw,” replied the Hufflepuff...Read More