And these children that you spit on as they try to change their world are immune...

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[Early fall of the new school year, somewhere in Scotland]
[The Great Hall of Hogwarts, breakfast time]

How glad I am to be back at school! The Great Hall is lit with its usual glorious array of candles, the long wooden tables, the ever-changing ceiling. I am smiling as I make my way to the Gryffindors' table (Gryffindor! How pleased my family were; I had expected Hufflepuff, though I would certainly be proud to be there as well) and take my place. Every year, without fail, it feels like coming home.

Before the food is served, as the chatter of the other students surrounds me, I take the time to check my schedule. First today is Transfiguration, and then History of Magic. And tonight, after classes, I have my Ancient Magic class. It promises to be a good day.

The chatter around is growing louder, and I look up, waiting to see who will join me.

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