As Cirice and Joanne drew nearer and near to the edge of the lake, Cirice could see small boats setting out across the dark water. A large, burly man was standing at the water’s edge, beckoning the first years forward. As they drew closer to him, Cirice’s eyes widened, realizing who the man was. She gave Joanne’s robe sleeve a gentle tug, pointing in his direction.
“That’s Hagrid,” she whispered excitedly. “He’s the groundskeeper,” she added, when Joanne did not make any reaction of knowing who Cirice meant. She looked at the girl curiously, wondering if she was the first of her generation of her family to attend Hogwarts.
Cirice was about to ask when Joanne spoke up. “I, um, came from a non-magical family,” she said quietly. Cirice was just about to follow-up with hundreds of questions – How had she known she could do magic? Did she feel like this was all a dream? Was she shocked to learn about a hidden community – but Hagrid was pointing at the pair of them in a dramatic fashion.
“You two,” he called, his voice ragged, as though he had just ran a race, “into this boat here, c’mon now!”
Inktober 2025, Prompt #15: RAGGED🧡🖤👻🎃
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