October 30 was already late autumn in the Scottish Highlands.
The cold wind stole in through the night, bringing a low rustling past their ears. Quite a few students hunched their necks, clearly feeling the chill it carried.
Even with their necks tucked in, the students still looked around with rapt attention;
They looked at the sky now and then, then at the Forbidden Forest, then at the Black Lake, wanting to know where the four magic schools would appear from.
Although Vizet had wrapped Luna in a warm scarf, he still asked uneasily, "Are you cold?"
"No..." Luna gently shook her head, breathed warm air into her hands, and laced her fingers with Vizet's. "Right?"
Luna's hand was very soft. Her fingertips were a little cool, as usual, while her palm held a damp warmth.
"That's good..." Vizet nodded lightly.
"You're warm too..." Luna pointed at the scarf around Vizet's neck, the one she had wrapped around him, then lightly swung the hand she was holding with his. "I can feel it too!"
Vizet smiled without speaking. He only changed his grip and enclosed Luna's hand in his own, wanting to keep the damp warmth of her palm there.
The night deepened a little more, but there was still no movement around them. The students grew somewhat bored and began whispering among themselves.
Michael Corner looked up at the sky for a while longer, then yawned and asked in a low voice, "Who do you think will arrive first? I think it should be Uagadou..."
"Maybe it'll be Ilvermorny?"
"Beauxbatons!"
"Then I can only say Durmstrang..."
None of the four magic schools had arrived yet, so Anthony and the others simply each named one school.
Vizet and Luna did not join the discussion. They held each other's hands and