XVII. Opened

Whenever it rained during summertime, Daphne liked to sit in her room with the windows open. The heavier it rained, the wider she opened them.

It wasn't as though she even liked the rain that much. She had always preferred the beautiful golden sunshine to the rain. It was just that Slytherin house, situated under the lake as it was, smelled just like summer rain, with its damp stone walls and roaring, warm fires.

When Daphne went home for the holidays, she missed Hogwarts a lot more than she would ever have admitted.