For the first time in many years, Kurumi pulled out her old Hogwarts yearbooks and began flipping through the pages until she found her seventh year page. There was a picture of her winning the costume contest in her second year, another of her handing out cookies in the Gryffindor common room during her sixth, and a large picture of her and Walnut sitting by the cherry tree she had planted in the student garden. Smiling, she closed the book and leaned back in her seat. Hogwarts wasn’t just a school, it had been the grounds for her own narration.