It was already winter, with Christmas drawing near, and snowflakes drifted across the London sky.
Anton shivered as he rode his Flying Broomstick. His days were packed from morning to night, leaving him hardly any time to learn nonessential Charms.
If only I knew a spell to warm myself...
"Oh~"
Anton let out a comfortable sigh. He felt warmth spread through his body, and the fierce wind whipping around them softened.
He turned around in surprise and saw Miss Ilsa tuck her Wand back into her Wizarding Robes.
"Thank you."
Ilsa's lips twitched, as if to show she was smiling, but her heart was too tangled for her to manage it.
Werewolf!
Why did Lupin have to be a Werewolf?
For the past long month, she had lived every day in regret. She hated that she had taken a step back when Lupin told her he was a Werewolf. That one step had cost her the chance to ever see him again.
She had agonized over it for three days before finally realizing the truth: she really had fallen in love with this gentle man. She was willing to accept everything about him, even the fact that he was a Werewolf.
And yet this Lupin's supposedly brilliant nephew had chosen this very moment to bring her to see him...
This was a test. Daring to come was only the first step.
She had no idea what kind of scene awaited them. She was terribly anxious, and had even begun to worry about how she would act when the moment came.
Would she retreat again, despite herself?
No!
Never!
Riding their Flying Broomsticks, they cut through the falling snow as the sun slowly slipped behind the distant mountains.
Anton waved his Wand again.
A glowing marker appeared before them. It spun