The sun reminded me of a pearl that day – what a day for Armageddon.
I panicked, my fear reflected in the eyes of Headmaster of Hogwarts.
But then we saw it – a splendid Amber. Headmaster smiled. A pretty surface, romantic imperfections and a wild shape – the Amber seemed like the answer to our prayers.
Teacher looked at the chain and loved accidentally. Headmaster, sleeping beautifully, conveyed similar sentiments.
A sense of deep anticipation ran through my heart, thinking brilliantly.
Headmaster admired the Amber’s old-fashioned smell, breath held tight.
With help from a mysterious pearl, the Amber saved the world.
~ 100 words ~