Hogwarts in the Summer
(Note from the author: Hogwarts ends in June. I’m going to pretend that that means very late June, meaning that there’s about a week of summer at Hogwarts before the students go home.)
Hogwarts in the summer is students kicking off their shoes to run across the green grass of the grounds barefoot. It’s the buzz of bumblebees as soon as they step outside and the unforgiving glare of the afternoon sun. It’s a Ravenclaw sixth year sitting in the shade beneath a tree, trying to stifle her giggle as one of the Slytherin prefects pushes the other into the lake.
Hogwarts in the summer is a pickup Quidditch game, because even though the season is over, it doesn’t mean that the students have to stop playing. The teams have players from all houses, and house rivalries are forgotten as they play until the sun sets. Students cheer whenever a goal is made, regardless of the team that made it, and the commentators, one Hufflepuff, one Slytherin, get into a contest ever who can shout their witty remarks the loudest. The match ends when everyone is too sweaty, too thirsty, to play any longer. Even then, it’s hours before anyone goes inside as students laugh, and talk, and look at the stars.
Hogwarts in the summer is the large group of older students that can barely keep their eyes open as they enter the Great Hall for breakfast. It’s last minute spell practice and a frantic Gryffindor flipping through one of their books, trying to memorize the accomplishments of Gunhilda of Gorsemoor before they enter their exam. It’s broken quills and stacks of books strewn across every house’s common room. It’s a flutter of paper as the last exam ends and the stampede of feet as exhausted students burst outside to freedom.
Hogwarts in the summer is students rolling up the sleeves of their robes as they try to cool down. It’s a water fight that breaks out between the Slytherins and Ravenclaws (courtesy of the Aguamenti spell), a fight that leaves both sides dripping and muddy, but finally cool. It’s the soft breeze that twists through the air, smelling of wildflowers and honeysuckle.
Hogwarts in the summer is students frantically searching their dorms for missing items and overflowing, ready-to-burst trunks. It’s an empty owelry and a school-wide mission to hunt down all of the loose cats. It’s friends hugging each other close and the wistful sigh of the seventh years as they leave the school for the last time. It’s a clear blue sky and bittersweet smiles. It’s the sound of a train whistle fading into the distance.
It’s Hogwarts. It’s summer. And it’s the end of a story.
But it’s the end of one story that allows a new one to begin.