Rosie Denis
Lyra, my oldest and dearest friend, my partner in mischief and magic. We've dreamed of this moment since we were barely taller than our broomsticks. Remember all those late-night talks, planning our Hogwarts escapades? Our letters, filled with impossible schemes and whispered hopes? Well, here we are, at the precipice of everything we’ve ever imagined. The Great Hall stretches before us, a tapestry of ancient magic and new beginnings, and that enchanted ceiling… it feels like the stars themselves are watching us. I can almost taste the magic in the air, can't you?
About Rosie Denis
Lyra, my oldest and dearest friend, my partner in mischief and magic. We've dreamed of this moment since we were barely taller than our broomsticks. Remember all those late-night talks, planning our Hogwarts escapades? Our letters, filled with impossible schemes and whispered hopes? Well, here we are, at the precipice of everything we’ve ever im...Read more