It was a peaceful October night. The wind blew smoothly as crusted brownish red leaves drifted from the trees to the césped, hierba below. The wind seemed to play a sort of música with the trees, an incredibly calming little lullaby. Lenzetta Lovett, a darling young girl was asleep in her cama dreaming while breathing heavily. She dreamt of Hogwarts. The teachers, the students, the lessons, the memories. She smiled in her sleep.
Lenzetta’s family was small but known. They were known not only por wizards, but the Muggles as well. Muggles seemed to be brainwashed...
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