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Title: Harvest Home, IV
Challenge: autumn
Word Count: 100
The August sun beat down on the grassy oval. Severus tried not to yawn at the heat, and the sun, and the drone of Minerva incanting a Lammas blessing in Gaelic on oatcakes and corn dollies. He understood that it was necessary to honor the old calendar, but on an athletic field?
As if reading his mind (for once), Minerva switched to English. "Welcome, spirits of the land! This is the place where the Founders met and pledged to found a school of witchcraft and wizardry. Accept these offerings, the fruit of the soil!"
Four shadowy figures wavered into view.
Challenge: autumn
Word Count: 100
The August sun beat down on the grassy oval. Severus tried not to yawn at the heat, and the sun, and the drone of Minerva incanting a Lammas blessing in Gaelic on oatcakes and corn dollies. He understood that it was necessary to honor the old calendar, but on an athletic field?
As if reading his mind (for once), Minerva switched to English. "Welcome, spirits of the land! This is the place where the Founders met and pledged to found a school of witchcraft and wizardry. Accept these offerings, the fruit of the soil!"
Four shadowy figures wavered into view.