Written for the September Event at Hogwarts: (Object) desk.
Words: 254
Scribbling on the Desks
Parvati PoV
I smiled as I looked at my desk in the History of Magic classroom. Over the years, I had learnt to observe and actually read the comments on the desks, left behind by the students. Due to magic, there were no answers to exams scribbled or any swear words.
Instead they were just random thoughts of students bored between classes. And it was interesting. Some had written about their love interests, poems on them, or some scribbles you won't even understand.
I made it a point to change places every time except when it was necessary to sit in one place for whole year round. There were so many desks at Hogwarts, so many classrooms currently not in use that to read the comments on all of them would be near impossible.
I squinted my eyes as I tried to read what was written on this desk
Marc rules
This is a self-portrait with a stick figure sporting a skull for a head.
Victoria caused our engagement to break up.
There were some scribbles which were totally illegible.
The other were names, hellos, written in flowery language, decorated to the point that the letters themselves were hard to read.
Then there were some drawings here and there - a pumpkin, the Cross, railway tracks, and other random things. It was amazing how these desks were able to connect all generations of students who passed through these halls at some point or the other and no one even took notice of them.