Pushing open the door, I walked into my dorm. Three four-poster beds with green covers and green curtains, each had plague with our names on them. I found mine it was near a window, which I like. I looked over my furniture, bed, writing desk, and wardrobe. Taking out my wand, I taped my trunk and cast <service unseen>. It was a handy spell in cooking with magic, allowing mundane tasks to be achieved with magic. The truck unlocked my robes, flew out, and hung themselves in the wardrobe. Socks and jocks followed, folding themselves and placing them in drawers. I stood conducting the magic with waves of my wand. Humming classical music, my books put themselves on the writing desk, spare parchment and quills into the desk drawer. My walkman landed softly on my end table, and my cassettes were correctly organised. It had taken about 3 minutes for all this to happen. Once my trunk was empty, it closed, locked itself and slid under the bed.
Hogwarts: the magic of music
Book&Literature · Monty_Linden
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