A/N: HEY DUDES AND DUDETTES! WHATS UP? NOT MUCH HAS HAPPENED SINCE I LAST UPDATED. THIS IS A SHORT CHAPTER, SORRY. I HOPE IT'S STILL GOOD THOUGH!
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I woke to the squeal of Hufflepuff first years as they looked at the fresh food before them. The smell of freshly baked cinnamon buns, dripping with warm vanilla frosting. Fresh-cut fruit in big yellow bowls, the toast and crisp blackberry jam waiting to be devoured.
"Oh! Dear!" the fat Professor Slughorn came dashing in, papers flying out of his hands.He paused for a moment, then came dashing towards me.
My dear old friend! Would you mind helping me out?"
"Oh coarse."
"Your painting in my office. I seem to have misplaced my glasses. Would you mind going to your painting in my office, and seeing if their there?"
"Of coarse." I left the Great Hall to go to my portrait in Slughorn's office.
His office was brightly lit with a bunch of papers and books stacked floor to ceiling. Light streamed in form the East window, flooding the room with a pool of light. I quickly scanned the room for Slughorn's glasses. On top of a large twelve-inch thick novel, I spotted them.
Quickly, I returned to the Great Hall, where Slughorn was waiting for me.
"Your glasses are on top of Bullwick's novel of Top 80 Million Ways to Spend the Rest of Your Life."
"I had thought so. Thank you very much!" with that he dashed out of the Great Hall, papers still flying out of this hands.
By the time nine of clock had arrived, the Great Hall was practically empty. First years dashed through the crisp, cool morning air, eager to the year that awaited them.
I had a decision to make, which class should I go to first?
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A/N: HEY! SORRY IT'S SO SHORT! I ONLY HAD 10 MINUTS AFTER A TEST, AND I REALLY WANTED TO FINISH THIS CHAPTER! PLEASE REVIEW, EVEN IF IT'S JUST ONE WORD!
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