After shutting the window and dusting off his hands, Loren had no idea how long the pears needed to freeze. A week outside should be about right.
Whether it was immortality or the Emerald Tablet, Loren had no thoughts about either. The frozen pears he could eat in a week were far more worth looking forward to.
In the Great Hall, at the Gryffindor table.
"Eat faster!" Seamus said excitedly. "The snow on the grounds is waiting for us!"
At those words, the young wizards around them quickened their pace.
It was the weekend. After being cooped up for a week, the young wizards had long since planned how to have fun. A thick layer of snow had accumulated on the grounds, perfect for a snowball fight.
Loren was drinking mushroom soup. It was rich and savory, with a sweet aftertaste, and he narrowed his eyes in comfort.
"Are you going with them too?" Hermione asked Loren cautiously. She looked as though she had not slept well, with faint bags beneath her eyes.
On previous Saturdays, Hermione and Loren would practice dueling in the Room of Requirement. Their current record was roughly over a hundred to twenty-two. Aside from the period when Loren had been practicing the Shield Charm, Hermione had never managed to knock him down again. The young witch had been holding back a breath of frustration. This week, she was determined to show him what she could do.
The young witch was a little disappointed. If Loren was going to play too, then she would just go to the Library and read.
"Did you stay up late reading again last night?" Loren glanced at Hermione's eyes instead of answering her question.
"I... I thought we didn't have classes today," Hermione replied weakly. Then she realized something—why did