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Written for; The Hogwarts Writing Club, Round 2. Prompt - Mice

W/C without AN - 202

Tomorrow

Albus walked the halls of his school, deep in thought. It was late, or early, depending on how you looked at it, but his mind was running a mile a minute. Tomorrow was the day he'd waited for for almost ten years.

Harry Potter was returning to Hogwarts.

A long awaited occasion, and Albus was feeling strangely nervous. What if the boy wasn't cut out for his destiny? Shaking his head, Albus let out a sigh. There was nothing he could do but wait and watch after all.

With Quirinus's rather strange behaviour, the philosophers stone hiding in the basement, Severus being his usual, surly self, and Harry's imminent arrival, it was no wonder he was feeling his age.

Heading back towards his office, Albus smiled slightly to himself. No matter the stress that being headmaster occasionally brought, nothing could make him feel better quite like the students he taught.

Climbing the stairs to his office, he wondered if perhaps he should indulge in his newest favourite treat of Ice Mice before heading off to bed. Tomorrow would only begin after a restful nights sleep after all.

And he was positive that tomorrow would be a good day.