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The first morning of term dawned with soft, golden light filtering through the high windows of the Hufflepuff dormitory. Sorrel awoke with a delighted hum, her mismatched eyes gleaming with the promise of a new day. Beside her, Mr. Sheaf stretched luxuriously before nudging her hand for attention.

"Good morning, sweet Mr. Sheaf," Sorrel whispered, her voice as airy as a lullaby. "We've got such a grand day ahead of us!"

With nimble fingers, she packed her enchanted satchel, tucking in sheets of parchment adorned with cheerful doodles and handwritten notes, her secret little mission to brighten someone's day. Each note was charmed to flutter to its intended recipient, guided by some innate sense of who might need a smile. The idea made her giggle softly; the thought of the castle itself conspiring with her tiny acts of kindness filled her heart with a warm glow.

Once ready, Sorrel skipped down the steps to the Great Hall, her movements light as a hummingbird. The familiar scent of toasted bread and pumpkin juice filled the air, and the enchanted ceiling overhead mirrored the pale morning sky, speckled with the faintest traces of retreating stars. Sorrel's gaze swept the room, her lips curving into a soft smile as she greeted every face she passed, whether she knew them or not.

During breakfast, she slipped a note and a tiny chocolate frog onto the plate of a first-year who looked particularly homesick. The girl blinked at the gesture, her cheeks flushing as she unfolded the parchment. A bright doodle of a sunflower beamed back at her alongside the words, "You're doing splendidly already! Keep shining, little sunbeam."

Sorrel didn't linger for thanks; she had already moved on, her attention caught by the way Mr. Sheaf was attempting to bat at floating candles.

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The morning's classes passed in a haze of familiar rhythms and new challenges. By the time Charms class began, the sun had climbed higher, casting long beams of light through the arched windows. Professor Flitwick stood on his stack of books at the front, eagerly explaining a particularly tricky charm: the Everbloom Enchantment, meant to make flowers perpetually fresh and vibrant.

Sorrel's hand shot up, her enthusiasm palpable. "Oh, Professor, flowers that never wither? Isn't that the loveliest thought? May I try?"

Flitwick beamed. "Of course, Miss Goldfinch! A perfect charm for you, I'd say."

With a flourish of her wand, Sorrel recited the incantation. A soft, golden light emanated from the tip, encircling the daisy she'd conjured. For a moment, it seemed perfect... until the flower began to grow... and grow... and grow. Within seconds, the daisy's petals were the size of her head, and its stem had wrapped around her desk in a spiraling embrace.

Giggles rippled through the class, though no one dared laugh too loudly when Cleo stormed to the rescue. The Gryffindor's black hair shimmered like a raven's wing as she brandished her wand with practiced precision, muttering a counter-spell that reduced the oversized daisy to a manageable size.

"Honestly, Goldie," Cleo muttered, her voice carrying a mix of exasperation and fondness. She plucked a stray petal from Sorrel's hair. 

Sorrel clasped her friend's arm, her mismatched eyes wide with admiration. "Oh, Cleo, you're marvelous! My dashing daisy-defender! What would I ever do without you?"

Cleo rolled her eyes but couldn't hide the tug of a smile at the corners of her mouth. "Just try not to turn the next flower into a beanstalk, all right?"

By the end of the lesson, Sorrel had successfully charmed a neat bouquet of forget-me-nots, which she handed to Cleo with a radiant grin. "For you, my brave Gryffindor lioness," she said, her tone as sweet as spun sugar.

Cleo groaned but accepted the flowers, tucking them into her bag. "You're impossible," she muttered, though her voice was soft.

As they walked back to the common area, Sorrel linked her arm with Cleo's, chattering about everything and nothing. The sunlight streaming through the castle's stained-glass windows painted them in shifting hues, a kaleidoscope of color that seemed to echo Sorrel's uncontainable joy.

"You'll stay for tea later, won't you?" Sorrel asked, tilting her head up at Cleo with an imploring look. "Mr. Sheaf will be ever so cross if you don't come to admire his newest bow."

Cleo sighed but gave in, as she always did. "Fine, fine. But if that cat tries to claw me again, I'm hexing him."

"Oh, Cleo, you'd never," Sorrel said with a giggle. "You've the softest heart hidden under all that roaring bravado."

And for all her grumbling, Cleo didn't deny it.

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Chapter 2! Still no Remus but I promise he'll be introduced in the next chapter!

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