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