June 1, 1998
Minerva was sitting in her yêu thích place on the bờ biển of the lake, watching the sun rise over the silent grounds. Just to be alive, to see the first light of ngày hit the lâu đài that stood, so resolutely, silhouetted against fading stars, was a blessing. This was Minerva's yêu thích time of ngày because, for a few shining moments, all seemed to be as it should be; as the sun rose higher into the sky, the lâu đài would come to life, and the students and professors alike would sit in the great hall and talk of meaningless things and be bathed in the fresh morning...
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