Upon receiving news of the graduation party, the seventh-years did not feel particularly happy. Even those who were not busy with internships and N.E.W.T.s were exchanging autograph books. Members of the photography club took pictures of everyone and pasted them into the graduation album, where each person left a farewell message beneath their photo.
The youthful faces in those photographs would become completely unrecognizable in a few years, especially the girls. Once they learned how to use makeup, they changed even more.
Pomona had secretly bought some witch cosmetics too. Though she knew she would never use them, what woman did not love beauty?
The cosmetics were designed very appealingly, looking like little paint boxes.
A wizard poet had once written: life and death were merely shifts in hue.
Colorful people became pearl-white ghosts after death, while their portraits remained in color.
Whenever Pomona saw Bloody Baron and Grey Lady, she felt deeply moved. Even blood could not show on a ghost's body. If no one said anything, no one would recognize the marks on Bloody Baron's robe as bloodstains.
After fiddling with the cosmetics for a while, Pomona returned to her desk and looked at the French materials Fat Friar had left for her.
This time, he had not told stories about famous paintings and painters, but about a paper written by Bishop Robert Grosseteste of Lincoln in the thirteenth century.
He was called a man with "the spirit of a bull," someone "hard to follow." In 1250, he had condemned the Pope and cardinals before an assembly in Lyon for their corruption, worldliness, and greed. He was already seventy-five at the time, and traveling from England to Lyon was nothing like taking a plane there today. Given his age, the Pope and bishops chose to endure it. In