 jumping in! PHILOMATH ❅ not one atom, but two ♪ ♪ made of starstuff ❅ def main():
Philippa had had a good day. Really! A good, nice day. Her hair had been super duper manageable, she managed to get her transfiguration spell to work in only two tries AND she finished her Herbology homework while not listening to Astronomy. All around an excellent day!
In cheerful spirits, the first year made her way to her dorm to mirror her dads and tell them how good her day was. Only... something was really weird about the corridor. What was going on? Was this another Howarts thing? Hogwarts had too many things, it needed to learn to be normal. With caution, she walked slowly and....... the door!
O.O
HER ROOM.
HER THINGS
H E R -
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!"
SPRINTING into the room and towards what used to be her bed, Philippa SCREAMED. AND SCREAMED SOME MORE. Her... her clothes! HER STUFF. All her books, her chess set, EVERYTHING WAS RUINED. EVERYTHING. Blinded with tears, she stumbled over a piece of her broken bed and heard a crunch of broken glass. Oh no. NO. NO NO. Lifting her foot, the hysterical first year saw her mirror, her most prized possession, her beautiful two way intricate, really expensive mirror absolutely destroyed. Half the diamonds were missing, the glass had been SHATTERED. BEYOND REPAIR.
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Tearing out of her room as fast as she'd come in, Philippa ran towards the fifth year girls' dorm because Vivian the PREFECT was there and she would HELP HER, RIGHT????? PHILIPPA NEEDED HELP. But...... all the dorms were like this???? She gasped as she crying, coughing as she sped past them. ALL OF THEM??? WHY WOULD SOMEONE DO THIS TO THEIR PRECIOUS DORMS.
Philippa barreled into one of the older girls [anyone?], clinging to whoever it was as she SOBBED her little HEART out. "ALL MY STUFF IS RUINED. MY- MY M-MIRROR, SOMEONE DESTROYED MY MIRROR. WHY DID THIS HAPPEN??????????????"
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