I’d never visited Trinity College before the Magiclysm. Even though it was open to the public, the students’ young faces made me think I’d feel out of place, and as my years in Dublin passed one after another, I felt less and less a tourist. My sense of curiosity and amusement faded as it was consumed by everyday life: job, grocery shopping, house chores, and drinks with coworkers in the local pub. I still went to see places on the weekends and traveled the countryside a bit, but I missed quite a few things in Dublin.
So I had no comparison to how Trinity College had looked before the war. Nevertheless, its massive size never failed to impress. The complex grounds spanned more than four blocks in the heart of Dublin, its buildings of gray stone including the modern additions to the histor
