The day began early for the group, as it often did now. Rising with the sun, they made their way to the Room of Requirement for their usual training session. The soft golden rays of dawn filtered through the windows of the Room of Requirement, illuminating the determined faces of Hadrian and his group. For an hour, the chamber echoed with the sounds of spells being cast, footsteps in mock duels, and focused breathing as they practised advanced wand movements. Each of them pushed their limits, their determination sharpening with every session. By the time they finished, a sheen of sweat glistened on their brows, but their spirits were high.
After a quick retreat to their respective dormitories to freshen up, Hadrian descended the stairs with Neville. As they approached the common room, a strange sense of unease tugged at Hadrian's instincts. It wasn’t a tangible threat—more like the subtle prickle of awareness. Shaking it off, he refocused on the day ahead, buoyed by the prospect of their Charms and Potions classes.
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