Since the room of requirement was often in use by other students, Essi made her way to the Clock Tower. Aside from the annoying chime every hour, it was a quiet place where she could sit and write her poetry. She climbed the stairs to the top of the tower and find herself a cosy nook in the wall. She sat down on her jumper and opened her bag, taking out her notebook, quill and ink.
Hogwarts
She wrote the title to her poem and then began to chew on the nib of her quill. The ink stained her lips but she didn't notice.
Aged.
Weathered and ancient.
Bursting, overflowing,
With magic and laughter.
She began with that, although she felt it really didn't show her feelings.
