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For the entire night before the first of September, Janna hadn't been able to sleep for the first few hours of the night, all she was doing was thinking of Hogwarts, were there others like her going there? Was she the only one who had magic? Would there be real people? People... Janna hadn't interacted with many people—besides the Winslows and Harry—even to the point of them learning her name.

The usual stamps of Mrs Winslow marching past bounced around the boiler room like a gumball—most probably searching for a cloth to wipe a dusty spot on a table—Janna at this point knew it was past eight because Mrs Winslow never woke up earlier than eight on Fridays; she only began moving at around eight thirty to fret about imperfections or dirt around the house.

Janna crawled out of bed to a faded brown knapsack, which she had packed when she had been waiting the night before, that sat with most of Janna's things within it—besides her bed, duvet and pillow—it felt like her whole world had  been crammed into a bag (albeit, that was the case since she didn't own that much)

After changing into day clothes Janna quickly made her way up the boiler room stairs, it felt like any other school day while walking up to the wooden stairs, basically the thought of feeling any different seemed bizarre in her head.

The halls were quiet, Janna knew Mr Winslow had gone to the Ministry, Mrs Winslow was now stomping up  the stairs to the bathroom. Janna gingerly opened the door, first she stuck her head through the gap between the door and the wall—her ears were sensitive to any sound since she was holding her breathe, making her other senses more likely to detect sounds or observations—Janna quickly leapt out the door and she closed it to an ajar opening.

Janna didn't think twice before turning to the front door, she looked through the glass panes, the blurry image of the red brick wall, the apse of the gate arch revealed the grey sky through the tall dark trees. Opening the front door was heart wrenching, Janna took in a deep breathe—which seemed like a roar in the atmosphere. The house was so quiet the breath of wind sounded like a loud moan coming from the end of the hallway; which cut through the house and ended at the verandah from where the wind was sneaking past the curtains into the house, creating the eerie noise.

The thumb-handle of the door was pressed down by Janna's trembling hand, she slowly opened the door which let a gust of wind blow in her face, she yanked down her scarf before sliding through the doorway, she now pressed her one hand on the door while pulling the handle hand away from the door—this tactic ensured Janna wouldn't be heard; the would door slam shut in her face if the wind blowed—slowly and eventually the door was lodged in its frame. Janna took in a deep breathe and held it again, stepping gently onto the first slate of the pathway.

Finally Janna got the courage to quickly hop over each of them in a stiff legged escape, she sprinted like an ungraciously running ostrich with an armful of scarf, Janna stopped at the gate—where the claw marks still were engraved (even though they were painted over)—

Janna let go of the red scarf, only to find it nearly reached the floor, the scarf had maybe grown a foot longer after Janna's endeavour to get to the gate, she huffed out the old air in her lungs and she wrapped the scarf around her neck about two more times.

Before unlatching the gate Janna pulled down the sleeves of her baggy lint jumper, in her opinion she felt like she was a deflated air balloon since the jumper was hanging off her lean frame. Her fingerless-gloves were quickly adjusted before she finished unlatching the gate with a jerk and a yank down, the gate creaked in protest. The gate opened allowing Janna to step out onto the pavement, Janna had a feeling it was about quarter past nine as she gently closed the black iron gate before propping herself on a white cement slab hatting a segment of the fairly low red brick wall.

Janna's legs scissored as she then shed her moth-eaten bag, she used its strap to sit it next to her on the wall. The yew hedge behind her shivered in the wind as a few leaves scuttled across the lawn like little crabs side crossing a rocky beach.

The gap where the sun was shining through had now been covered by new grey clouds, the smell of crunched autumn leaves stung Janna's nose. Janna turned her head in the direction of the crunched leaves and saw a tabby cat taking calm long struts as its eyes stared at Janna, the cat's tail flicked from side to side like an agitated snake. Janna scooted slightly away from the cat, it was maybe another of Mrs Hutchins' cats most probably seeking to avenge its fellow cat.

The Tabby cat slowly prowled to Janna, pouncing onto the open slab next to her but The Tabby cat's effort to get its whole body onto the wall was proved wrong as its back paws didn't close in time so as it reached the top. The Tabby cat was digging its claws into the cement while trying to keep its chin hooked on the cement to use it as a means of getting onto the wall.

Janna leaned towards The Tabby cat, she lifted the cat under its shoulders before gently placed it on the slab. The Tabby  cat immediately sat down, its gaze was again set on Janna while its tail subtly went up and down. Janna ran her finger between the cats ears where a few hairs were ruffled up, The Tabby cat still kept a look on Janna but it would sometimes let its eyes lazily close before opening them again to give Janna a dekko.

This was probably the first—and only—cat which Janna had met that didn't want to claw at her frumpy jumper, cats didn't like her in general, most probably because of her being a werewolf.

A car slowed down by the bend of nineteen, Janna identified it as the same car she saw in the driveway yesterday. The Tabby cat's gaze went to the car, it quickly jumped off the wall landing like a feather to a pillow swaying away with its tail high in the air that bended slightly at the tip.

The car caught Janna's attention as it stopped by the pavement's slope to the road and the concrete path. Harry opened his door on the opposite side of the car, he walked around but stopped in his tracks when he spotted her roosting on the wall.

    "Morning Harry Potter" Janna smiled, she gently hopped off the wall making sure her right foot touched down on the floor first.