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The wind howled, a frigid, ancient sound that rattled the tall oak's branches outside. Inside Professor Minerva McGonagall's retreat—not a tower, but a surprisingly comfortable aerie nestled high in a forbidden copse on the edge of the Hogwarts grounds—the sound was merely a distant, dramatic flourish. It was her self-proclaimed "tree-house," a necessary sanctuary when the weight of Headmistress duties became too much. The walls, built from reclaimed timber and Goblin-made brick, absorbed the chill of the November night. The only illumination came from the hearth, where a perpetual fire, tended by an ever-vigilant Ignis Tenebrae charm, danced merrily, and the cheerful, non-flickering fairy lights she had—surprisingly—grown fond of. Minerva was not in the room. A crimson-and-black plaid blanket lay draped over her favorite wingback chair—the one with the deep cushions and the lingering scent of parchment and lemon drops. Upon its back rested her famed, slightly battered Sorting Hat, retired now from its annual duties, looking perfectly at home. On the table, three mugs of hot, mulled cider steamed gently. Two were for the late-night guests she expected. A small, imperious scratch-tap-scratch came from the window. "Enter," Minerva commanded from the adjoining study, her voice crisp even in relaxation. The window pane shimmered, and with a soft thump of leather boots, Rubeus Hagrid clambered down into the room, shaking a flurry of melting snow from his coat. He was followed by Poppy Pomfrey, who simply stepped out of the swirling snow with a disapproving sigh and immediately cast a warming charm on the stone floor. Hagrid’s eyes immediately went to the fire. "Blimey, Minerva, it’s grand in here. Like bein' inside a treacle tart." He reached for a mug. "Try not to track the Forbidden Forest into my parlor, Rubeus," Minerva replied, finally emerging. She was wearing a deep tartan dressing gown and a surprisingly soft pair of wool slippers. "And you, Poppy, please reserve your sighs for Mr. Filch's annual bout of Dragon Pox." Poppy took the third mug. "It's the only way to express my fatigue these days, Minerva. Another first-year tried to charm a Troll into a teacup this afternoon." Minerva settled into her chair, pushing the old Sorting Hat slightly aside. She picked up a slim volume of Ancient Runes but didn't open it. She looked out the window at the endless starry expanse, then back at her two colleagues, framed by the crackling firelight. "Well," she said, taking a slow, appreciative sip of her cider. "Whatever chaos the children devise tomorrow, for now, we have this." Hagrid was already deep into the cider, his low hum mixing with the soft crackle of the fireplace. Poppy closed her eyes, the warmth sinking into her bones. In the heart of the Ignis Tenebrae's glow, the three most steadfast guardians of Hogwarts finally found a few quiet moments of peace. The magic could wait. For now, there was only the cozy stillness of the night.