If These Walls Could Talk
Four archeologists scrambled through the hole. As they stood up, they went into shock. They couldn't believe what they were seeing. In the huge cavern - they knew, when digging a hole in the wall, that it was hollow, but never this! - there stood A Place. That's all that they could possibly name it. It was huge... it didn't seem possible that The Place could fit in the mountain they dug into. It was odd, how The Place was so huge. The first thing that caught the eye was the Castle, of course. A name etched into the arch of stone over the main doors read "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry". What the...?
The grounds were covered in a lush green grass, sloping up and down the small hills around the castle. There was a huge lake, over there, with a ship sitting anchored in it that looked as though it had come out of Peter Pan. The slight breeze, warm and smelling of spring, rustled the branches of the Redwood trees that surrounded three quarters of the castle. In fact, one of those quarters was behind them. And there was no hole that they had dug, but a small cabin, rustic looking, with a quaint little garden and a pasture that contained a barn. The barn was beautiful - just like the red ones that were seen in pictures of nineteenth century farms.
The castle though- the castle. It was terrifying and beautiful... luring. Drawing them in. It was made completely of stone, with gorgeous stained glass windows. There was a perimeter wall with the notches where lookouts stood at one time and slits where bowmen could shoot their deadly arrows from. The perimeter wall contained four towers, mighty and tall. It was hard to tell from where they stood, but it seemed as though the tower in the center, the tallest one, protected by the perimeter towers, rose out of a seperate building on the inside, with eight seperate corridors leading from the perimeter into the main, in an asterik shape, like the flag of England. One corridor from each of the towers, up high, and one corridor from the middle of each wall, down low.
Each archeologist went their seperate ways.