Since their father could not return right away, Allen and Luna went downstairs to the Arcane Garden.
The garden floor was covered with fertile soil roughly a foot thick, along with a few areas of special geological terrain. The scattered magical symbols and Ancient Runes in the room ensured that, even without sunlight, the plants could obtain the growing environments each of them needed.
The young Unicorns, not yet mature enough to turn silver-white, still had golden coats. They frolicked happily among the thriving plants, but thanks to a mutual compromise with Hermione, they knew their limits. Even when roughhousing, they had already learned to avoid the precious plants grown in the terrain—only occasionally sneaking a few bites when they got greedy.
A little Occamy coiled around a tree was the first to spot Allen and Luna. Its body was covered in feathers and scales, and it beat its wings as it lunged toward Allen. The closer it got, the smaller it became, finally landing on Allen's shoulder and trying to beg him for a snack.
But only after it had finished begging did the little Occamy recognize that the wizard before it was not Lenn, who usually came here. It froze a little blankly; in animals' eyes, wizards all looked more or less the same.
"Cluck-cluck!"
A crisp cry rang through the garden. Anka, who had been quietly hiding in a corner eating Hellebore, discovered what was happening and shot into the air. Her sharp gaze made the already shy little Occamy, which had mistaken the wrong person, dart back to the tree from earlier. Unlike before, however, this time the little Occamy shrank itself even smaller and burrowed into a tree hollow.
This made the young Unicorns, who had noticed the situation and wanted to come over, stop