By mid-December, the weather in the Scottish Highlands had settled down;
The sky was gloomy most of the time, and today was no exception;
Only when the thick clouds rolled with the wind could the sunlight seize the chance to spill down a few warm golden rays.
Vizet and Luna did not return to the castle, but followed the castle all the way around toward the back.
Luna looked very focused. "Vizet, I think I saw quite a few Nargles."
Vizet looked very focused too, focused on thinking about something, and did not hear her.
The fresh air carried threads of chill. When the soft wind blew at random, pale gray clouds drifted down into snowflakes, looking like light feathers;
The sky was a vast, invisible stage, and the snowflakes danced upon it, now tightly interweaving, now leisurely and at ease, fluttering past the castle and the Forbidden Forest.
Even the snowflakes were dancing. With such an obvious hint, Vizet naturally understood it too. "It feels like... winter is pretty cold..."
Just like when he had rehearsed for an entire class before, the words had already reached his lips, yet somehow, as if possessed by God, they turned into something else.
"Yes... it is rather cold..." Luna blinked. "Why don't we go back?"
A mischievous light shone in her eyes. "I think Jupiter should be warming himself by the fire in the common room. The common room should be warmer."
Just as she withdrew her hand and was about to turn around, Vizet displayed the superb skill of a Chaser and caught her hand in his palm.
There was an obvious curve at the corner of Luna's mouth. She clenched her hand into a fist, feeling the warmth of Vizet's palm.
"If we go back around now, it'll take a