Piper awoke to find a blanket covering her. She sat up pulling her legs to her chest. She watched the sunrise over the sea. Piper listened to the waves crashing slowly. The waves below her were much slower than they had been the night before.
Piper wondered who had put the blanket over her. She guessed it had been the librarian; he was the only one that she had told about her hiding spot. As the sun rose, Piper wondered what she was going to tell her father. He was going to ask where she had gone and where she had slept. He would ask what she had done. What did she say? Piper stood up and wrapped the blanket around her. She decided that she would just slip into bed, act as if she had spent the night in her bed. Piper would take care of the leaves in her when she got back into her room.
She started to walk back to where she, her father, and her brother lived. She walked slower than she normally did. Piper wanted to enjoy the fresh air, the smell right before it rained. When she reached her bedroom, she saw her father's light was on. She thought to herself, that he must have gotten up early to do some important business. It was like him to do that. She slipped into her room and sat on her bed.
She starred out of her window. It was a small window, surrounded by vines. The vines had small white flowers on them but they were dying now. It was the end of the summer, almost time for her to go back to Hogwarts. She was excited to go back but she wanted to stay here. Hogwarts was as much her home as Mirkwood was.