Time was like the various magical paintings inside the castle, always changing when no one was paying attention.
The chill of winter was driven away by the warm sun of early spring, and even the thickest snowdrifts had melted into dewdrops one morning.
The damp scent of earth mingled with the smell of green grass, seeping in through the cracks between the castle stones and spreading through every corridor in the castle.
In the Ravenclaw Common Room, afternoon sunlight streamed through the windows, spilling warm patches of light.
As the clouds outside the window moved, those patches of light slowly flowed as well, creeping over the arms of the armchair and onto the open pages of a book.
Vizet leaned back in an armchair by the window, holding the latest issue of Hogwarts Voice in his hands.
His shoulder felt faintly heavy, and a fresh fragrance of grass and trees lingered at the tip of his nose.
Luna was leaning against his shoulder, her sleeping face peaceful and serene.
Her breathing was soft and even, her chest rising and falling slightly with each breath.
Her long hair fell like a waterfall, spreading over his arm and the armchair. A few strands had mischievously curled up, trembling lightly with her breathing and tickling Vizet's neck, bringing a faint itch.
Vizet carefully adjusted his posture, turning his body slightly to the side so Luna could lean more comfortably.
The Hogwarts Voice in his hands floated silently into midair. Its pages turned on their own without any wind, flipping back a page as his gaze moved.
The "seeds" he had sown through that public lesson back then had also, with the arrival of spring, sprouted and grown in every corner of the castle in the way he had hoped.
In fact, before spring