It was a brisk cold day, the sun starting to set. I could feel the chilling breeze through my clothes as I walked toward the Garden and down to the Hobbit House.

When I reached the front door, my stomach did a little flip, probably from a rush of anticipation and nervousness.

I tried to regain my composure before putting my slightly trembling hand on the rusty doorknob.

The door screeched open, and I was greeted by the familiar warmth of the dancing fireplace as I stepped inside. The house was shimmering with herbal-scented candles standing around window sills. Closing the door gently behind me, I knew Octavia was already...