I *dream* of being used.

I *dream* of being opened up.

I *dream* of being poured over, late at night, when no other is near.

I want my pages to be dog-eared. I want rips and tear-drop stains and finger-print smudges. I want to be carried close, then passed on to friends, only to return home again. I want to evoke passion, love, amusement, any emotion!

No longer am I satisfied with sitting on the shelf; pristine, sneering at those old, ratty tomes.

Oh, to be read by someone other than that bushy-haired Gryffindor girl!

I *am* Hogwart's: A History!

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*snickers* Oh, god. I'm sorry. That just hit me right now, I typed it up, and I laughed the whole time. Ah, my first drabble!