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The Spirit of Hogwarts Holidays
It was a cheery time at Hogwarts during the month of December. The walls were being decorated with wreaths and streamers of Red, Green, Silver, Gold, and many other colors meant for the Holidays. Hagrid the half-giant Groundskeeper was bringing in the humongous Christmas tree. Professor Binns was beginning to decorate it and students were singing carols and skipping merrily down the halls.
Harry James Potter awoke with a tingling sensation throughout his entire body. He was confused but shrugged it off figuring it was just his excitement about the coming of Christmas. He looked towards the bed on his right only to find it empty. He sighed and slumped out of his bed and into the shower. Once he was completely clean from head-to-toe he retreated from the shower to his dresser drawers. He pulled out his favorite Holiday boxers. He slipped them on and pulled out a pair of pants and a shirt. He finished getting dressed and occupied the bathroom once more to attempt to tame his unruly jet black hair. He got out a couple of items and waited to make sure he had all the items he could possibly use to calm his hair with.
He picked up the brush in front of him and successfully flattened his hair down. He was about to put the items away when his hair unfortunately sprang out in its usual messy look. Grumbling in an unusually loud way he reached for a comb only to receive the same result. He muttered something under his breath angrily and threw the comb at the mirror. He took a handful of gel and still the same frustrating result was found. He figured he should just give up now instead of waste his entire morning on his hair.
He assembled his Gryffindor tie and pulled his arms through his school robes. He slipped on his shoes and grabbed his wand from his bed-side table and adjusted his glasses as he walked out the dormitory and down the winding staircase. He emerged in the common room to find it empty and filled with a feeling of loneliness. He shrugged it off and continued on through the portrait hole. He went down the moving staircases that had once amazed him as an eleven-year old wizard.
Harry walked into the Great Hall and sat down at the Gryffindor table. He unfortunately was greeted by the one thing he had wanted for his friends yet hadn't wanted to see at his morning meal.