The day was damp; the late Summer sun was trapped behind the dark rainclouds high above me, as I splashed carelessly through the puddles of water they had created, eager to climb the steep hill and reach shelter. The weather had changed so suddenly, making the crisp and crunchy leaves I had so craved in the last month or so soggy and slippery instead. I glanced at them solemnly from beneath my colourful umbrella, trying to imagine them before their rich colours had been drained... before then continuing onwards, as I felt the cold and wet metal slipping uncomfortably in my right hand.
I at last reached the top of the hill, panting slightly, and made my way briskly towards the front door of her house. She hadn't been expecting me over, but I knew she'd be at home. She had recently received her Pottermore welcome e.mail after all.
I on the other hand, had not. But while I, alongside many others, was starting to feel slightly impatient by now- the end of August- I also felt happy for the