The more Vizet listened to the voice, the more familiar it sounded.
He followed the sound and looked not far away. Diagonally behind him sat a tall boy.
The boy was wearing a black vest. His expression was intensely focused, his eyes fixed firmly on the clipboard in front of him.
His brows were knitted tightly together, and as he muttered under his breath, the tip of his pen moved rapidly across the clipboard.
Seeing the boy's behavior, a name surfaced in Vizet's mind—Oliver Wood.
The stage play was still in its preparation phase, and even the lights around them had not gone out yet.
Vizet led Luna a few steps forward, stood by the row of seats in front of Oliver Wood, and called out, "Wood!"
Wood jerked his head up. The moment he saw Vizet, undisguised astonishment filled his eyes. "Merlin's beard! Vizet!"
He grabbed his clipboard and, like a rampaging Bludger, vaulted over the row of seats in front of him and jumped straight to Vizet's side.
"Vizet! Luna! It really is you!" He opened his arms with a grin and gave Vizet a solid bear hug.
He let go of Vizet, the corners of his eyes lifting, his face full of unconcealed joy, and looked Vizet and Luna up and down again.
When he saw Vizet and Luna's fingers interlaced, Wood's smile turned suggestive, taking on a somewhat meaningful air. "Came to France with Luna for a date?"
He patted Vizet on the arm, his tone carrying a teasing note. "And you even picked an amusement park for your date. Not bad! You actually thought of something this romantic!"
"Oliver!" A girl in a red camisole came over to Wood and also looked Vizet and Luna over. "Are these your friends?"
Her gaze stopped on Vizet's