Hogwarts Grounds - the battle continues...
The sun had risen, yet mist still clings to the ground, as if to make an attempt at concealment but here and there it swirls around a fallen shape, a shattered tree, an outstretched hand, still grasping the broken remains of a wand.
The day slowly ages, and still the menacing shape of the castle looms. The light of day can do nothing but expose its mutated, twisted spires.
The day slowly ages, and still the menacing shape of the castle looms. The light of day can do nothing but expose its mutated, twisted spires.