As I go to my dorm, I was happy that I had one last lunch left. Dinner would be my first dinner with other students since my house mix up. my uniform turned scarlet as I messed with my key. I saw my owl in the lunchroom, who has been checking for me in there first. she saw me in the hall and dropped a letter. I opened it when I read the one-sentence letter. Papa Hunt died. Papa Hunt, my great grandfather, had passed away leaving my dad grandpa less and all of my family heartbroken, and me crying in the hall. people passed for hours and looked at the letter left on the floor without me. I was in my dorm, alone.