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Originally Posted by Kolyander Squuuuuuueeeee! There was a duck pond! Her big brother has told her many many things about his first year at Hogwarts but for some unknown reason never once had the boy mentioned a duck pond. Really she didn't understand why he hadn't told her. Like why keep it a secret? Perhaps... Maaaaaayyyybe, it had something to do with the way she reacted to ducks. No, she wasn't at all afraid of them, it was in fact very very much the exact opposite.
This first year LOVED them! So much so that she even has a stuffed plushis of one up in her dorm sat on her bed. She may also have a much small plush one that she also carried around in the pocket of her robes. Ducks were fabulous!
So one could only imagine Gabby's utter surprise as she came across the pond during one of her exploration walks out on the grounds. There was a LOUD squeal of pure delight, bouncing on her toes and clapping of her hands. This girl was beyond thrilled! Hopefully none of the little duckies were startled too much... Because oops! Bria skipped across the lush green grass of the Hogwarts grounds, her vibrant red scarf trailing behind her like a banner in the crisp autumn breeze. The sun hung low in the sky, casting golden rays across the trees whose leaves were beginning to turn shades of amber and crimson. The air was sharp but sweet, filled with the scent of damp earth and wood smoke from distant chimneys. The house elves must be busy preparing for dinner already!
She hummed happily to herself, her boots crunching over the fallen leaves as she made her way toward the duck pond. The sound of quacking and the occasional splash of water reached her ears long before she could see the water. She had been eager to come here all morning, her heart light with excitement as she rounded a bend in the path. The pond came into view, shimmering beneath the golden afternoon light, and Bria quickened her pace to a near sprint. A group of ducks swam lazily near the edge, their feathers a mix of brown and white, bobbing in the gentle ripples. A few of them were waddling along the muddy banks, flapping their wings and quacking loudly, as if to greet her. Bria’s laughter bubbled up as she clapped her hands together, delighted by the response. “I knew you’d be in a good mood today!” she called out, her voice full of affection and laced with laughter.
Bria’s laughter was cut short by a high-pitched squeal that seemed to come from nowhere. The Gryffindor turned, startled at first, but her expression softened pretty much immediately. A girl, no older than Bria herself surely, was bouncing on her toes, clapping her hands excitedly. Her wide eyes were fixed on the ducks, who, admittedly, did seem a little taken aback by the noise but Bria’s heart swelled with an immediate sense of camaraderie nonetheless. “You like ducks too?” Bria asked, her voice bright and inviting, completely unbothered by the fact that the girl had probably startled every feathered friend within a mile radius. Very relatable, honestly. Bria had been THAT kid plenty of times and at least ducks were more mellow than hippogriffs. "I mean, I GET it. They're fantastic. I mean, just look at them!”
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