A fountain, Memories of home, and Night sounds

𝓐 𝓯𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷, 𝓶𝓮𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓱𝓸𝓶𝓮, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓼

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Riley looked around the courtyard. The summer breeze whipped against her face and she couldn’t help but smile. Riley looked around wonderingly. There were lots of new faces here, it was so strange. Riley wasn’t used to being around so many other kids her age. Back at home, the only kids she would see were her cousins, and at family reunions. It was a bit hard for Riley to adjust to the new life. She had made friends, but she was so used to alone time. She supposed that it was okay to be alone just this once. She was sitting staring at the rushing water coming down from the fountain. She enjoyed noise. It calmed her and made her feel comfortable. Back at home there was a fountain too. Oh how she missed home. Riley’s home was called Ophelia Hall, after one of her oldest relatives. It was a lovely quiet place, tucked away in the clearing of a wood. It was far away from any muggles, so Riley could live freely. She used to sit atop the fountain and listen to the beautiful sound of rushing water. She loved the sounds back home. Almost absentmindedly, Riley started humming. Whenever Riley would think, she would start to hum something. It caused some problems in class, but it truly helped. She supposed that if noise could help her think, perhaps that was why she had a great ear for music. Back at home, she would sing quite a lot, and also play several instruments. Riley couldn’t help but feel a little homesick, thinking about Ophelia hall like this. But in a way, it made her feel a bit better. Riley was good at overcoming feelings, but she developed a habit of drowning out the world when she was stressed. She would listen to the sounds around her and not focus on the problem in front of her. When she was young, she had a terrible fear of the dark. It scared her half to death. She refused to go anywhere near the dark side of the forest, and she always had a stuffed animal while sleeping. Of course, she got over the fear eventually. Her parents said she got over it quite randomly, but she knew it wasn’t a coincidence. Like she usually would, she tuned out her problems and listened. And, for once, that made it better. Riley had come to love the noises of the night. The rustling of trees, the chatter crickets, the hoot of owls. The sounds of the night might scare one, but they comforted Riley. Riley drew a deep breath and thought to herself. If I got over my fear of the dark, surely I’ll adjust to Hogwarts. I can’t let a bit of homesickness stop me from enjoying my time here. Riley began to hum a soft melody and continued listening to the fountain with a smiled on her face.