Hogwarts : A mischievous guest from another world.

A Day in the Life of Aimé DuPont.

A few months have passed since my birthday. From being carried in arms and crawling all over the room, I have now learned to walk, albeit slowly. My steps may be unsteady, but they are still an improvement.

Every morning, my mother makes sure that she is the first person I see when I open my eyes. She always greets me with a warm smile, eager to receive my first smile of the day in return. After changing my clothes and gently wiping me clean, she carries me downstairs. That is when I meet my dear friends—Pung, the puffskein; Sniff, the niffler; and Row, the Rowlet. You may wonder how I, a baby who can barely form proper sentences, managed to name them so accurately. Well, that is the advantage of having the talent of a Natural Magizoologist—I can understand their words, and they can understand mine.

While my mother prepares my food, Beannie, our house elf, brings meals for the other three. Sharing our meals together has been our routine ever since my mother introduced me to my magical companions. The dining area is filled with the usual sounds:

"rrrrurrr," hums Pung.

"u... Blaaaa... Ba... Buub," chatters Sniff.

"Prruuurrr....ppprrrrur..prur," chirps Row.

Though I can only babble, I try to fit in a few proper words, making our conversations all the more delightful.

After breakfast, Minnie, the other house elf who always carries a camera around her neck, takes my hand and leads me to the back garden. There, I spend the morning wobbling around, playing with animals, and listening to their chatter. Through these interactions, I pick up bits and pieces of knowledge about our surroundings.

Most of the information is rather trivial—like the lady in the red-tiled house who feeds the cats but chases away birds, or how the children who come in the morning always bring bread but not in the evening.

These little details may seem insignificant, but they make up the world around me.

The non-magical creatures—squirrels, frogs, birds, and snakes—offer limited conversation, while my magical friends, Pung, Sniff, and Row, possess far greater intelligence. However, they must remain hidden from non-magical folks, which limits where they can go.

Speaking of Row, she once told me an interesting fact: Rowlets like her are often found near the temple premises of Artemis, the Goddess of the Moon. The priestesses who serve the temple favor them, often carrying them in small backpacks. Rowlets have razor-sharp feathers and strong legs, making them formidable creatures when necessary. Though Row prefers the shadows, she never strays too far from me.

After spending my morning playing, it is time for a bath—a battle I fight daily. The rubber ship floating in my tub remains my sworn enemy, and despite my best efforts, I have yet to sink it.

Perhaps it is my childish mind that delights in such playful antics, but I appreciate the Goddess's mercy in erasing the memories of my past life. Though I remember nothing, my heart whispers that those memories were not pleasant. Had I retained them, I doubt I could enjoy my present life so freely. Being a child again, without the weight of past burdens, is truly a blessing.

For now, my days are simple—eating, playing, sleeping, and indulging in the pure joy of childhood. And that is more than enough.

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