It wasn’t often that the students at Hogwarts actually got time off from their studies — like, real time off.
The weekdays were typically packed with classes from 8-5 p.m. or later, and the weekends were primarily for students to congregate in the library and dormitory halls to finish the homework that had piled up the week before.
Today was different, though. On this particular Friday, all classes had been canceled in celebration of Headmaster Snape’s retirement. It would be sad to see him go – especially after serving the school for nearly three decades after the former headmaster, Dumbledore, had passed away – but Snape deserved to live out the final parts of his life in whatever way he saw fit.
Not to mention, any time off from class was a welcomed gift, even to someone as educationally driven as Taylor Rosin. Sure, she would probably hit the library with Evan later, but for now, she was free, and she intended to enjoy it.
A rare day such as this permitted some spontaneous behavior. Taylor had taken her broom from the keep and rode it to the furthest edge of the school grounds — an alcove in the forest with a stream running beside it that was away from the usual hustle and bustle that consumed Hogwarts.