I woke up to the soft sunlight streaming through the window, a warm, golden hue that bathed the room. Hogwarts was nearly ready to open its doors, and my excitement bubbled up from within. "Today’s the day," I murmured to myself, adjusting my golden and yellow dress with a wide smile on my face. The smell of fresh wood still filled the air as I walked through the corridors, my steps light and eager. The school had come together so beautifully—everything was in its place, every stone and every wall brimming with promise. "We’re making history," I whispered softly, my hand running along the walls of the hall. "I can’t wait to see their faces when they realize the magic behind the simplest of things." My heart swelled with anticipation. This was what I had always dreamed of—teaching, guiding, and helping these students grow into the best witches and wizards they could be. It was time to begin.