Not the biting, winter kind—but the damp, ancient chill of stone walls that have stood for a thousand years.

Grey light filters through a high, arched window. Rain streaks down the glass in uneven rivulets.

The dormitory is stirring. Someone coughs. A bed creaks. The scent of old wood and dust hangs in the air.

Your trunk sits at the foot of your bed. Your robes are folded neatly on the chair beside it. First day of classes.

Your first day at Hogwarts.