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Professor Flitwick's Cozy Attic | Blizzard & Fireplace Sounds for Study, Relax and Work

The chill wind howled a familiar tune against the curved, leaded panes of the great attic window, a sound easily muffled by the crackling warmth of the stone hearth. Outside, fat snowflakes danced, visible as a swirling curtain against the inky twilight—a perfect picture of a secluded winter night at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. This wasn't just any attic; it was a sanctuary, a professor's private retreat, perhaps Professor Flitwick's after a long day of charm mastery, or maybe the hidden common room of a long-forgotten society. The room was a cozy clutter of ancient magic and comfort. Rough-hewn wooden beams crisscrossed overhead, strung with golden fairy lights that cast a warm, flickering glow, mimicking the stars. A deep, leather wingback armchair, draped with a rich scarlet throw, sat invitingly beside the window, clearly the prime spot for reading a heavy, leather-bound textbook or proofreading homework by the light of a half-finished glass of mulled mead. On the heavy wooden coffee table, a simple, steaming tea service—china cups, a squat teapot, and a decanter—suggested a recent, quiet conversation. But the true sentinel of this space was perched near the hearth: a magnificent, snowy Great Horned Owl, perhaps a retired post owl or a familiar, whose golden eyes blinked slowly in the firelight. The whole room smelled of old parchment, burning applewood, and maybe a hint of forgotten potions, making it the perfect, hidden haven to escape the strictures of the castle, to plan the next great adventure, or simply to watch the magic of the falling snow.