May 23
At midnight, the library tower glowed like a lantern in the rain.
The little witch sat cross-legged beside a stack of borrowed books, her robe slipping from one shoulder, her notes scattered like fallen leaves. Outside, the castle windows shimmered with gold, and somewhere below, someone was laughing in the common room.
She should have been studying defensive charms, but instead she was building a tiny model of the school out of enchanted bricks. Each piece clicked softly into place, becoming a tower, a classroom, a roofline, a memory.
“Almost there,” she whispered.
The castle, small enough to hold but big enough to dream inside, sparkled under the moonlight.
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