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Door #7
The snow came out of nowhere. One moment I was walking towards the house, deep in thought; the next snowflakes began to drift down and distracted me. It seemed to take only seconds for my world to be reduced to a swirling mass of white flakes everywhere I looked. I could no longer see the Manor which had been directly in front of me only moments ago and I shivered. I slipped my wand out of my pocket and laid it on my palm ready to command it to 'Point me' when I suddenly realised I wasn't too sure which direction I was meant to go. Did the Manor lie to the North or was it North-East? Panicked, I glanced around me for any indication of where I was when I suddenly thought I saw a flicker of light through the trees. It had to come from the Manor so I edged my way towards it, blinking furiously at the snowflakes threatening to blind me. Never had such a short distance seemed to take so long to cover and never had I been so relieved to see the familiar stone walls as I did then when they suddenly appeared out of the whiteness. I staggered in the doorway and practically collapsed with relief in the entrance hall. When I had regained my breath and my strength, I dragged myself into the parlour to thank whoever it was for the light that had guided me home. To my surprise, the room was empty and the only light came from the glowing candles on the Christmas tree.