 PHILOMATH ❅ not one atom, but two ♪ ♪ made of starstuff ❅ def main():
Philippa was not overwhelmed. She wasn't underwhelmed either, but Dad said whelmed wasn't a word so Philippa just... was. The little brunette was used to big castles with expansive grounds, they usually belonged to really rich family members in Europe and she liked to play princess whenever she visited. Not that Papa was poor or anything, but they didn't live in a palace with ten house elves.
She'll have to visit the house elves too, to tell them what she could eat and what she couldn't. Philippa had a strict diet sometimes, she needed stay healthy every other day and she most definitely couldn't eat too much sugar otherwise she'd get fat apart from Thena's macarons! The horror!
Climbing all the way to the seventh floor was one way to make sure she would never get fat, but it was also because she was curious about the view. Hogwarts had a really pretty view from all the other floors, so from the roof it was probably amazing. Philippa entered the Astronomy area by happy accident, and found the tower patch rather quickly, racing inside and gasping at the unexpected little garden. Hogwarts was so magical! There was a fountain! And benches! Oh this was just so cute. Did Papa and Dad know about this? She'd write to them and tell them all about it.
Taking a seat, Philippa swung her legs back and fro as she looked around happily. Maybe she'd bring a friend up here soon. Most of them were Gryffindors, which was sort of icky, but she wasn't a judgmental person and there was absolutely nothing wrong with being a Gryffindor, poor souls. She would be extremely supportive of her poor friends, yes she would.
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