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IWSC Writing School, Round 3

Descriptions and Tenses

Durmstrang

YEAR 1

Words: 549


Hermione looked around her study. Half-filled boxes littered around the room, waiting to be filled. Her friends had offered to help on multiple occasions, but Hermione had refused. In fact, she had refused each time. She needed to do this on her own. If she were to accept, she wouldn't know what was in each box.

It was the last room to pack, but also the hardest. The study had been the room where she had spent most of her time when she was at home. It had been her safe place.

Until last week Hermione would always wake up, grab a cup of coffee, and drink it as she read the newspaper in her office. Her coffee always lasted until she'd finished the last sentence of her newspaper. She would then make her way to the floo, and head into work. If it wasn't for Harry knocking on her door at twelve sharp, every day, Hermione wouldn't ever have had lunch. By one, she was back in her office and working again. At six her boss would knock on her door and tell her to stop working and go home, a habit which had started after Hermione was found asleep at her desk once too often. Not that it had stopped Hermione working, she would just continue at home, in this study.

But now it was all changing. Hermione's parents needed her, and she was packing up moving all the way to Australia, to look after them.

With a sigh, Hermione shifted through the boxes until she reached the shelf closest to the door. One last shelf filled with books, waited to be sorted into the correct box. Keep or give away? It was the one question Hermione had asked herself for every item in the house. she'd managed fine, until the study, until her books. Hermione contemplated leaving her books behind, ready to be given to someone else, but as she looked over them, memories filled her mind, causing her to put them in one of the boxes to take with her.

As she taped up the full box in front of her, her eyes roamed the next set of shelves, pictures that she'd postponed packing stood smiling down at her. Those images contained even more memories than the books she had just packed.

A moving picture of the Weasley family with Harry and her, just before Fleur and Bill's wedding, a piece of happiness in the dark times that they'd overcome.

A still picture of her with her parents as she stood at the door ready to leave for Kings Cross for her first day at Hogwarts, before she knew of the difficult times ahead of her.

A moving picture of Victor Krum and her dancing at the Yule ball.

A still picture of her with her parents in Australia, not long after she'd returned their memories. Relief and happiness had been obvious on her face, and she'd spent the next few weeks spending as much time as possible with her parents.

Hermione smiled as she added each picture to one of her boxes. Closing one more box as it reached its full capacity. Each box closed was a box closer to being back with her parents.

And as much as Hermione would miss her friends in England, she knew they would still be here when she came back.


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Problem verb sentence 1: Until last week Hermione would always wake up, grab a cup of coffee, and drink it as she read the newspaper in her office.

Problem verb sentence 2: And as much as Hermione would miss her friends in England, she knew they would still be here when she came back.

Subjective: If she were to accept, she wouldn't know what was in each box.