Oftentimes in the small hours of the night, long after my students are tucked safely dreaming in their dorms, I like to take a cup of tea and settle in the highest skychair to count my blessings as I count the stars. (You may not be aware of it but the ceiling of Ravenclaw Tower’s Common Room has an enchantment similar to the Great Hall.)There is an occasional scurry or flash of eye shine from a nocturnal Merry Beast or a small snore from one that has nested somewhere nearby but otherwise everything is quite.
Tonight my blessings are all people, from the Sixth Year students eager to complete the term and move on to become our first Seventh Years to the amazing group of young First Years I’ve had this term already dazzled with visions of NEWT projects. Our prodigal son, HarryPotterKnits is safely accounted for although his picture still sits on the mantel for when he is called away from us to serve. With it is a new picture of Mr. Inkslinger1121 far from home but not far from our thoughts. Many blessings and a brilliant house staff to share them with.
This particular night, being close to the end of a term the Common Room is a bit less tidy than I like so…Wingardium Leviosa…swish and flick…I begin to send essays, patterns and what looks to be a copy of BrineyDeep’s first published paper winging their way to their proper places.
I must have dozed off mid-spell because I was jolted back awake by a flash and a crash as a fair sized chunk of ceiling fell to the ground. I quickly repaired the damage to the enchantment but now I had to clean up the evidence. The shawlette around my shoulders gave me an idea. Last summer I had transfigured it from dark waters, a memento of a harrowing summer adventure that gave rise to what my students refer to as “pulling an Isis”. One quick spell and I had a new wrap, soft and close as the night and alight with stars, to remind me of what has been a very special term.
Wisp by Cheryl Niamath done in Kidsilk Night in the Thunder colorway.