

David and the Womping WillowThe pale sunlight filtered haphazardly through his crimson hangings as David lifted his head and blinked his eyes to dislodge traces of sleep. He pushed the thick bed covers off himself and swung his legs off the mattress and onto the floor, pulling the four poster hangings open as he did so. The dormitory was musty and silent but for the gentle snores of Mark in the adjacent bed. David crossed the room to the window and pulled it open allowing the chilled breeze to whip across his face. He peered down at the grounds far below Gryffindor tower, the grass still damp from last nights rain and the familiar silhouette of the forest startlinDavid and the Womping Willow

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Apples are the key to the future...
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Apples are the key to the future...
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