June 1, 1998
Minerva was sitting in her পছন্দ place on the কূল of the lake, watching the sun rise over the silent grounds. Just to be alive, to see the first light of দিন hit the দুর্গ that stood, so resolutely, silhouetted against fading stars, was a blessing. This was Minerva's পছন্দ time of দিন because, for a few shining moments, all seemed to be as it should be; as the sun rose higher into the sky, the দুর্গ 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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