Once Again Like Once Before| R.J.Lupin

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Winona let out a loud groan as soon as she closed the door of her dorm, leaning her back against the stained glass. She closed her eyes and slowly slid down the door onto the floor.

The poor young witch was utterly exhausted and overwhelmed.

Her first day of classes had drained more out of her than any of her enervating duels with her father.

She had never spoken more in her entire life.

When she attended school with muggles, she usually went along with her day only speaking maybe a couple of sentences the entire school day, if anybody even talked to her. The only people to speak to her were the teachers, but sometimes, even the teachers would ignore her. Even when she was at home with her parents, rarely did she ever really speak. Unless it was to answer 'yes' or 'no' or some other question, she would rarely talk at home, her parents preferring each other's conversation rather than their daughter's.

The young witch felt like her head was buzzing. Winona let out a small sigh before standing up and dragging herself up the five steps leading into her room. She swiftly took off her shoes, neatly setting them into her shoe cabinet before dropping her school bag on top of the cabinet and making her way into her bathroom to wash her hands.

After drying her hands, the young witch walked back toward her shoe cabinet took out her new necklace, and made her way to her desk, wordlessly unlocking her jewelry box, pausing when she saw that she didn't have much space left for her new necklace. Winona let out a soft sigh at the sight before begrudgingly re-organizing her jewelry box to fit her new necklace, noting that in her next letter, she would have to request an even larger jewelry box.

Once the necklace was neatly placed in her double-locked jewelry box, the young witch made her way towards her dresser, opening the door before taking out a blue plaid dress. The dress was lined with white ruffles along its puffed sleeves, and square neckline, and lined at the end of the dress, which ended just below the middle of her thigh.

The neckline was also accessorized with a black bow that was placed in the middle.

She then grabbed a pair of safety shorts and white ruffle socks before shedding her school clothes and putting on her evening attire.

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Once dressed, Winona then 'gracefully' flopped herself onto the couch in front of her fireplace.

Laying on her back with her legs draped on the arm of the couch, the young witch let out a long sigh, letting her eyes finally rest.

But her bliss didn't last long as an unwanted thought rushed through her mind.

I can't believe Harry's the boy who-. The girl shot up at the thought, desperate to push the unwanted fact away.

If she thought about it, even for a moment, she would probably have a heart attack just from her anxiety getting the best of her.

So, to distract her mind, the young witch's eyes shot around the room for something to distract her mind with.

Her eyes eventually landed on a three-tiered dessert tray filled with various flavors of Macarons, sitting on the coffee table in front of her.

Reaching, the young witch took hold of, what she assumed was a regular vanilla macaron, but before her mouth could open, she felt the dessert move between her fingers making the girl pull the dessert away from her mouth.

Eyeing the French dessert, the young witch watched as the dessert opened halfway from between the two cookies, the cream forming a mouth.

Softly, the French dessert crooned, "I was made just for you." In a squeaky French accent, making the young witch's eyes widen from surprise.