Where were you last night

February had already arrived, and the snow around Hogwarts had begun to melt, replaced by a bleak, damp chill. Gray-purple clouds hung low over the castle, and the endless cold rain had turned the lawns slick and muddy.

In the Great Hall at Hogwarts, rain tapped against the tall windows, and the enchanted ceiling churned dimly overhead.

The wizards sat around their respective house tables, plates piled with food in front of them. After several wet owls flew into the Great Hall carrying letters and parcels, the wizards picked up the magazines and newspapers they subscribed to. Right now, the media's attention was focused on the press conference hosted by Professor Allen Harris. Throughout the Great Hall, professors and students alike could not stop discussing those bombshell revelations.

"Ravenclaw Temple is going to open up advanced magical skills like theory and Charms as a whole... As long as you work hard enough, you can gain knowledge no weaker than wizards from pureblood families." Justin Finch-Fletchley shook his head of curls and cheerfully shared his thoughts with the Hufflepuff wizards from backgrounds like his. "After I graduate, I plan to go study properly for a few more years. I don't want to work as a waiter in some little pub anymore. I heard Lady Rowena Ravenclaw had a very good relationship with our founder, Helga Hufflepuff. Maybe I can learn some food magic and become the head chef at some little pub instead?"

"I don't think ancient food could taste better than British cuisine that's had so many years to develop..." Ernie Macmillan speared the ham and eggs on his plate with one hand while holding a magazine in the other, his brows furrowed. "Justin, you know my father, like me, doesn't hold any prejudice against other bloodlines, but the Harrises