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Prologue
Moonlight fell softly on wavy auburn hair, shimmering on blond strands mixed in among the brown, as bright green eyes gazed out into the night sky over a pair of silver-rimmed spectacles. Professor Trent Winlead turned from the open window and considered the empty corridors of the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. A warm summer breeze wafted between the gaping shutters and rustled the faded blue velvet of the robes he wore. These halls would soon be full of students. It would be an interesting visit to his past, teaching again. The Divination teacher returned his gaze for a moment to the star-filled heavens, then reached out and gently closed the window. He locked it, and swept silently down the shadowy hall and out through a small door. He moved noiselessly through the mingled darkness and moonlight of the courtyard, very much at home. He opened another door, and reentered the cool darkness of the indoors. He smiled slightly as he reached the door to his office and grasped the handle. He removed the silk covering the antiquated mirror in the corner and examined it for a moment, running over his eyes over the runes inscribed into the gleaming silver. His smile widened. It would be interesting indeed.
Prologue
Moonlight fell softly on wavy auburn hair, shimmering on blond strands mixed in among the brown, as bright green eyes gazed out into the night sky over a pair of silver-rimmed spectacles. Professor Trent Winlead turned from the open window and considered the empty corridors of the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. A warm summer breeze wafted between the gaping shutters and rustled the faded blue velvet of the robes he wore. These halls would soon be full of students. It would be an interesting visit to his past, teaching again. The Divination teacher returned his gaze for a moment to the star-filled heavens, then reached out and gently closed the window. He locked it, and swept silently down the shadowy hall and out through a small door. He moved noiselessly through the mingled darkness and moonlight of the courtyard, very much at home. He opened another door, and reentered the cool darkness of the indoors. He smiled slightly as he reached the door to his office and grasped the handle. He removed the silk covering the antiquated mirror in the corner and examined it for a moment, running over his eyes over the runes inscribed into the gleaming silver. His smile widened. It would be interesting indeed.
