Wizet opened his eyes. The brilliant afternoon sunlight filtered through the curtains, spilling into every corner of the room and bathing it in gold.
He saw a familiar sight: crystal bubbles floated from the ceiling, each one containing a candle.
There was no doubt about it. This was a ward at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, and he was lying in one of its beds again.
The mishap caused by casting that communications warfare spell had been far more serious than he had imagined. Otherwise, he would not have been admitted to St. Mungo's.
Where was Luna?
She must have been worried sick when this happened, right?
Wizet thought of that first and instinctively turned his head. Luna was sitting right beside him.
Luna leaned forward slightly, asleep with her head resting on the cabinet. A few strands of hair had fallen across its surface, rising and falling faintly with her breathing.
Supporting himself against the bed, Wizet slowly sat up. He tried not to make the slightest sound as he continued to study Luna's sleeping face.
Luna's lips were parted slightly, revealing a few pearly, shell-like teeth. She looked utterly adorable.
As though she were having a wonderful dream, her brows curved gently like willow leaves brushed by a spring breeze. Her breathing was soft and even, her whole body relaxed, and her cheeks looked especially soft because of it.
A few more strands of hair clung to her cheeks, giving her an indescribably playful charm.
Sunlight fell across her body, making her delicate fair skin appear rosy. The fine, translucent fuzz on her cheeks was visible, making them look like tender, juicy peaches.
Wizet felt some impulse fill his heart. A whisper rose from the depths of his soul, reaching directly into his mind and