The alarm rang, it was time for class. Anne slowly climbed out of bed, still groggy, and dressed herself at a leisurely pace. Only after she was fully dressed did she realize it was Sunday. Last night’s long chat with Fanny had made her forget to turn off the alarm.
That conversation had ended with a single line from Fanny:
"Well, it’s up to you. It’s between the two of you anyway. But Anne, I just hope you won’t do something you’ll regret."
Anne’s only ...
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The film ended quickly. During the movie, Anne behaved just as usual, quiet and composed. Every so often, she reached into the snack bag for a treat or whispered softly with Hermione about the plot.
Once the two of them stepped out of the cinema, Anne stretched with a long yawn.
“It was a pretty good movie. Just a shame about the ending, so many people died. But I guess that’s just how war is,” Anne remarked with a sigh.
“I still prefer the original novel,” Hermion...
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It was Sunday. As soon as the alarm went off, Anne threw off her covers and jumped out of bed. She opened her wardrobe and quickly dressed in the outfit she had picked the night before.
Standing in front of the mirror, she tidied her hair and flashed herself a confident smile. “Perfect!”
She chuckled twice, then bounded down the stairs. Orbie was already in the kitchen, placing Anne’s breakfast on the table. Aaron hadn’t left yet, he was sipping his coffee while reading th...
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Anne nodded and recited the family motto.
“Very good. Do you remember the password from earlier?” Diana asked.
“I remember it… but who is Johnny Depp-Roland?” Anne asked, puzzled.
“He was your great-great-grandfather and the founder of the Roland family,” Diana replied, leading Anne into the room.
It was a square room with two walls lined from floor to ceiling with wooden shelves filled with all kinds of strange items. Another wall was made of transparent...
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Anne was curled up on the couch, completely absorbed in a thick book titled One Hundred Unique Properties of Rare Potions, when Aaron suddenly appeared in the fireplace.
“Good afternoon, Anne. It’s almost time, shall we head out to pick up Diana?”
She slipped a bookmark into her book and closed it, giving Aaron a quick glance.
“Good afternoon, Uncle Aaron. But before we go, I think you’ll need a change of clothes.”
Aaron looked down at his outfit, th...
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Ring ring!
The phone rang from a corner of the living room, where a cordless handset rested on its base.
“Hello, this is the Aaron Hall residence. Who may I ask? Oh, alright, please hold on a moment,” the house-elf Orbie said politely as he picked up the receiver. With a soft pop, he Disapparated and reappeared outside Anne’s room on the third floor, gently knocking on her door.
“Miss Reeve, there’s a call for you. A Miss Granger ...
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With Hermione.
“Something wrong?” Anne asked briefly.
Most students only dared glance at Harry out of the corners of their eyes before quickly looking away, avoiding him. It was as if the crowd had formed a bubble around him, a vacuum where no one dared step too close.
“Let’s talk over there,” Anne said, frowning as she noticed the awkward atmosphere.
They moved to a quieter spot near the entrance hall.
Anne met Harry’s gaze directly, not avoiding it ...
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Anne sat alone at the desk in her dormitory. A single white candle hovered midair, its flame bright and hot, casting light across every item on the desk.
An open book lay before her, but she hadn’t absorbed a single word. After a while, she admitted to herself that she couldn’t concentrate.
Sighing, she closed the book and stood. She opened a drawer, reached in, and retrieved a small black box. Inside lay a silver-toned harmonica.
A guitar would be too conspicuous, and C...
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“I…” Anne’s mind was racing. A million thoughts flashed through her head. She looked at Hermione, opened her mouth to speak, but only a single syllable escaped before she lowered her gaze and fell silent.
Neither of them spoke. The sunlight grew more golden and dim, casting longer and longer shadows behind them.
“Anne, you should head to the greenhouse,” Hermione said, breaking the silence. She was smiling, as if nothing had ever been asked.
Anne looked up in sur...
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“You three stayed up all night just to talk about Crouch?” Anne asked, looking genuinely shocked.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione all looked sleep-deprived, with puffy eyes and pale faces.
“We did get four hours of sleep!” Hermione defended.
Anne still looked incredulous. “That’s basically the same as pulling an all-nighter. So, what did you come up with?”
The trio exchanged glances and shook their heads.
Anne frowned. “Alright then, what did yo...
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On Monday at lunchtime, Anne had already finished eating and was waiting for Fanny, who was still chewing slowly and savoring each bite. Casually glancing over at the Gryffindor table, Anne noticed something.
“Hermione didn’t show up today?” she asked.
Fanny paused, putting down her knife and fork as if recalling something. “At breakfast, I saw her opening a bunch of letters all by herself. It was like she’d arranged it in advance, five or six owls flew straight to her. ...
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“What happened between you and the house-elves in the kitchen?” Anne asked, though her eyes were fixed on Hermione. “I went there this afternoon, and they all said you’re no longer welcome.”
It was Sunday evening. Dinner had just ended, and Anne had intercepted the trio, Harry, Ron, and Hermione, as they were heading back to their dorms.
A flicker of guilt crossed Hermione’s face.
“What about Dobby?” Harry asked quickly.
“I asked him too. He said you...
2025-09-21 16:03:34 +0000 UTC
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The third task of the Triwizard Tournament was scheduled for May 13, the same day final exam results would be released at the end of term.
Now that it was March, spring was starting to warm Hogwarts noticeably.
“What are they giggling about over there?” Anne asked as she rummaged through her bag for a textbook.
Malfoy, Goyle, Crabbe, and Pansy were clustered around a small table, cackling non-stop.
Fanny glanced over and shook her head. ...
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“Come seek us where our voices sound,
We cannot sing above the ground.
And while you're searching, ponder this:
We've taken what you'll sorely miss.
An hour long you'll have to look,
And recover what we took.
But past an hour, the prospect's black,
Too late, it's gone, it won't come back.”
“Ah…” Anne let out a long yawn. In front of her stood Hermione, Ron, Harry, all looking rather anxious, and, naturally, Fanny, who appeared quit...
2025-09-19 14:21:55 +0000 UTC
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Dumbledore's Major Misjudgment
By Special Correspondent, Rita Skeeter
Albus Dumbledore, the famously eccentric Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, has always had a taste for hiring controversial teachers. This past September, he appointed Alastor “Mad-Eye” Moody as the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, a decision that startled many in the Ministry, especially given Moody's well-known tendency to hex anything th...
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Holding a glass of lemonade, Anne and Hermione walked past the long table and into the foyer. The front door was wide open. As they stepped down the stone steps, the fairy lights twinkled in the rose garden. Low shrubs surrounded them, alongside winding, ornately decorated paths and massive stone statues. In the distance, they could hear the splashing of water, likely from a fountain, and occasionally caught glimpses of people sitting on carved benches.
They followed a meandering path t...
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The students and staff of Hogwarts seemed determined to leave a deep impression on their guests from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. This Christmas, the castle was showing its most dazzling side. The halls were festooned with decorations; icicles that never melted dangled from the railings of the marble staircases, and the usual twelve Christmas trees in the Great Hall were adorned with all manner of ornaments, from twinkling holly berries to little golden owls that hooted softly.
Even the ...
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It took quite a bit of apologizing from Fanny before she finally earned Anne’s forgiveness.
“Do those boys seriously not know how to talk to girls like normal people? They just walk over and blurt out an invitation to the ball!” Anne fumed. “And could they not give some thought to the timing and place before they do it?”
“You’re absolutely right!” Two voices, strikingly in sync, answered behind them.
Fred and George bounded over, leaping in front of the two g...
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“The Yule Ball is a traditional part of the Triwizard Tournament,” Professor Snape announced in his usual icy tone, face expressionless. “It is open only to students in fourth year and above, though older students may invite a younger student if they wish. Proper dress robes, as listed on your school supply list, are required.” He paused briefly, ignoring the excited chatter already beginning to spread through the common room. “The ball will be held in the Great Hall on Christmas ni...
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"Alright then, let me, someone who’s been hanging around the kitchens since first year, show you around." Anne grinned at Hermione playfully.
Hermione beamed and nodded.
"Okay, as you can see, the Hogwarts kitchen is located directly beneath the Great Hall. The food is sent up through the ceiling to the house tables above. There are 112 house-elves here, mainly responsible for preparing meals, cleaning the common rooms and fireplaces of each house, and even helping maintain the ...
2025-09-15 14:01:48 +0000 UTC
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"I'm not sure whether they hibernate," Hagrid told the shivering students out in the pumpkin patch during their first Care of Magical Creatures class in December. "But we might as well give it a try… see if they want to sleep. We'll tuck them into these boxes here..."
Only ten Blast-Ended Skrewts were left now. Clearly, their instinct to kill each other hadn’t been entirely bred out. Each was now close to six feet long. With thick gray armor, powerful thrashing legs, tails that expl...
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On Sunday afternoon, Anne sat down at the Slytherin table and began to fill her plate with food, thoughtfully setting aside a few portions for Fanny, who hadn’t arrived yet. She was just about to dig in when Fanny came storming into the Great Hall and plopped down beside her, staring at her intently with a suspicious look in her eyes.
With Fanny staring at her like that, Anne suddenly didn’t feel like eating anymore. She put down her knife and fork, looked back at Fanny, and asked, ...
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“I believe it’s my parents who gave me strength. I know that if they could see me now, they’d be very proud… Yes, sometimes at night, I still cry for them. I don’t think there’s any shame in admitting that… I know that nothing in the Tournament can hurt me, because they’re watching over me from beyond…”
Malfoy was loudly reading from the front page of the Daily Prophet in the courtyard on the first floor of the castle.
With every line he read, the stud...
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On Friday afternoon, Anne hurried toward Professor Snape’s Potions classroom. She had lost track of time earlier while tending to a newly planted rare magical herb. Thankfully, Professor Sprout had reminded her in time, otherwise, she would have been late for Potions.
When she finally arrived, Anne realized the class bell hadn’t rung yet, but Professor Snape was already standing at the front. Malfoy wore a smug grin, as if he’d just done something remarkable. Only Crabbe was trail...
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“See you on Wednesday, Professor Sprout!” Anne pulled off her dragon-hide gloves and waved goodbye. Professor Sprout nodded in return, and Anne pushed open the greenhouse door to leave.
She had barely walked a few steps when she ran right into Hermione and Harry.
A familiar scene, only missing one person. Anne considered pretending not to see them, but behind her was the greenhouse, one path led to Hagrid’s hut, and the road ahead went straight to the castle. It was almost d...
2025-09-12 14:29:38 +0000 UTC
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Saturday evening.
The Halloween feast.
Everyone in the castle was heading excitedly toward the Great Hall, not just for the feast, but more importantly, for the announcement of the school champions. Every house had students who entered, and speculation buzzed as students wondered if someone from their own house would be chosen.
Anne and Fanny had just taken their seats when they spotted Hagrid walking in with Madame Maxime, the headmis...
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Saturday morning.
“Ugh… Fanny, don’t you think it’s way too early for this?” Anne mumbled as she was dragged out of bed by Fanny. She was half-asleep, her eyes barely open, shuffling behind Fanny like a sleepy ghost.
“But we have to get up early if we want to see who puts their names into the Goblet of Fire!” Fanny said enthusiastically. “Anne, you agreed to come last night. You can’t back out now!”
“Mm… fin...
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Anne walked steadily toward the dais. Aaron whispered a few words to Crouch and Bagman before waving to Anne and guiding her into a side room next to the banquet platform.
The side room was empty. Aaron offered a sheepish smile.
"Anne, I’m sorry. Things have been so hectic lately. We never got the chance to tell you about the Triwizard Tournament."
"That’s alright," Anne replied casually. "Uncle Aaron, hearing about it sooner or later doesn’t make much of a difference....
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As Anne and Fanny climbed the steps toward the Great Hall, the loud chatter around them was almost entirely about Krum.
“Anne, who is he?” Fanny hadn’t attended the World Cup, so she knew nothing about Krum.
“His name’s Viktor Krum. He’s eighteen, and he was the Seeker for the Bulgarian team in the World Cup.”
Fanny gasped, covering her mouth. “Eighteen? That young and already a World Cup player? No wonder everyone’s going crazy.”
When Anne and Fann...
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"Why is that?" Hermione asked. She had already noticed that Peeves seemed to fear Anne at the start of term, but Anne hadn’t given her a straight answer back then.
Anne, in a particularly good mood, looked at Hermione’s curious expression and decided there was no harm in explaining it now.
"Do you know who Peeves fears most at Hogwarts?"
"Professor Dumbledore? The Bloody Baron?"
"The order should actually be the Bloody Baron, then Professor Dumbledore. The Baron ha...
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