On a weekend morning, the sky remained dim as snowflakes drifted silently from the heavens, blanketing the Hogwarts grounds in a soft layer of silver-white.
The Great Hall, however, was already brightly lit. The fire blazing in the hearth cast a warm glow against the stone walls, its dancing light and the crackling of burning logs making the entire hall feel exceptionally cozy.
Breakfast was scattered sparsely across the long tables, yet at this hour, hardly any students were to be seen, save for Devereux, who sat alone in a corner near the window.
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