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Every morning she would make her silent journey away from the manor, and upon reaching the crest of the hill, she would sit and welcome the day, communing with nature before the tedious tasks of the day ahead. She loved the smell of the grass, the trees, the wildflowers that bloomed in thick clusters along the trail she walked. She would close her eyes, breathe deeply, and will her nose to remember every single smell, and her ears every sound. All of this would energise her and keep her plodding along throughout the day. She would hold onto this feeling so that the next morning she could look forward to doing it all again.
And as the sun rose higher, she knew that it was time to return to her life—the life of a servant to a noble family. The life of a witch not born to any fortune, whose parentage was unremarkable: the life of a Muggleborn.