Early the next morning, the weather was clear and cold, and a special sweet fragrance filled the dining hall. The wizards in the Great Hall chatted in high spirits; amid their heavy, complicated schoolwork, the upcoming Quidditch match was one of the things they looked forward to most in life.
"It's so sweet it's almost cloying." After taking one bite, Luna set down the Almond Macaroon, then tossed it onto Allen's plate. After that, she went back to concentrating on a copy of Witch Weekly whose style did not match the impression she usually gave people, though it did remind Allen of the way she used to look when reading that blue-covered knight novel.
Allen glanced left and right and, seeing that no one was paying attention, ate the macaroon Luna had tossed over in a few bites. Then he muttered as if very helpless, "I don't really like almonds..." After thinking for a moment, he turned a napkin into a small box and put all the macaroons Luna had greedily taken out in advance into it. "The family's coming later to watch Emily's match, and Fleur will be coming too. This is a dessert from her hometown, so we'll let her eat them for us. Mum says she has a very good appetite..."
After drinking another glass of orange juice to wash away the sugary taste, Allen noticed his daughter, Ravenclaw's house ghost Helena, gliding proudly into the Great Hall and floating straight toward their Ravenclaw table. After giving Allen a slight bow in greeting, she paused briefly beside Luna, who was sitting next to him, and said very softly and carefully, "This week's is finished. I put it on the bed."
With his sharp senses, Allen heard his daughter's report. Curious, he set down the cup in his