Lucinda was a busy woman. She had acceptance letters to sign and inventory to manage in order to prepare for the new year fast approaching. However, she couldn't help but look at one letter twice. A drabble on the reaction of seeing Harry Potter's address on his acceptance letter.

"Wind, take me somewhere!" Jack had always though that he had controlled the wind but what if that wasn't true? All of his lonely experience had been accompanied by a silent spectator that was always there for him and sentenced to serve. Something changed one day though, something that forced a bitter spirit of air to meet Jack, who she knew so well but had not spoken to once.