The Wand Was His Wife

Rain always stirred a trace of melancholy in people. It was hard to say where the sadness came from, but it grew in their hearts along with the drizzle.

Strolling through the rain, it felt as though the heart itself had grown calm.

So peaceful and serene.

So...

"Merlin's beard!" George complained, turning to Anton. "Can't you rein in this damned magic? My cauldron's soaked through. When we go to Potions class later, Professor Snape's sure to tell me off."

Anton shrugged and gently patted Fat Ball on his shoulder.

The drizzle stopped, and the sky cleared.

Anton's method of using Fat Ball to create small-scale artificial rain had become so obnoxious that everyone hated it. The young wizards had no choice but to practice the Drying Charm or the Scouring Charm diligently, so they wouldn't get drenched by a sudden downpour in the corridors or classrooms.

"Magic is prohibited in the corridors!" Filch explained the school rules to Anton earnestly. "It's to protect the paintings, the wooden banisters, and the carpets. They're all valuable school property, and many of them have a long history."

Anton thought it over, then changed his approach.

Of course, not everyone disliked what Anton was doing. Plenty of young wizards watched the rain-producing Fat Ball on his shoulder with envy, until Anton told them he was simply using Fat Ball as a magical item.

"It's a pet's skill!"

"You all have pets, don't you? Oh, don't bring your Toad over to me. Keep it away, keep it away!"

"First, you need to understand one thing: Magical creatures possess more magical power than most wizards. That's because their thoughts are incredibly pure. Of course, their thoughts are different from those of people with intellectual disabilities. I mean they're extremely pure."

"Before your Magical Outburst, you