Sunday morning, the weather was clear.
Albert sat in the Great Hall eating, humming an unknown tune as he used his fork to put slices of black pudding into his mouth.
Shera fluttered her wings and landed between the salad and sugar bowl, placing a thick letter within Albert's reach.
"Thanks for your hard work." Albert moved several plates of food aside, reached out to stroke Shera's back, then took some owl nuts from his pocket and placed them before her. He picked up the envelope and opened it. Inside were letters from Luke, Herb and Daisy, as well as one written by Nia. There was also a photograph enclosed, showing Nia blowing a bubble with Hubba Bubba Bubble Gum.
"What are you looking at?" Aylia came over, sat opposite him, and asked curiously.
"Letters from home." Albert folded the letters and put them into his pocket. After finishing the nuts, Shera flew back to the Owlery to rest.
"By the way, Albert, are you going to the pitch for training this morning?" Angelina also walked over and sat beside Aylia. "Charlie said there's Quidditch training this morning. Well, he asked me to tell you that it's fine even if you can't become an official player for now. The team needs reserve players too."
"Oh, looks like I have no reason to refuse." Albert nodded. "Once I'm done eating, I'll go wake Fred and the others."
"Don't... we're already up." Fred covered a long yawn with his hand and greeted everyone. "Morning, everyone."
"Morning."
"Morning, Albert." Charlie followed behind George and the other two, smiling as he greeted him.
"You have no idea, Charlie's practically possessed by a demon. Who starts training so early in the morning?" George secretly pulled a face at Albert.
Charlie sat down nearby and asked,