Luna hugged the photo album and tried to stand up, but a prickling, numb sensation washed over her. Her legs felt like frozen branches, so stiff they seemed to have lost all feeling.
A needle-prick sensation came from the soles of her feet. In an instant, it spread upward through her calves, knees, and thighs.
"Hiss!" she groaned despite herself, her body falling backward out of control.
It happened so suddenly, and Wizet was so close that he immediately tried to catch Luna. To his surprise, they both lost their balance and fell onto the bed.
Not only had they fallen onto the bed together, they were also very close—close enough to exchange breaths.
They often sat close together, but the circumstances were different. Usually, they were on a bench or a sofa; they had never done so on a bed.
Even though only half their bodies were on the bed, the meaning was somehow different.
They looked into each other's eyes. Luna's pale silver eyes were like a bright moon, and Wizet's face was reflected within that moon.
The soft bed shifted up and down slightly, making a faint sound, while a blush rose to Luna's cheeks.
Wizet could not help smiling. In a teasing tone, he asked, "Your legs went numb?"
"Mm..." Luna's breath brushed against Wizet's face.
Wizet's smile became more pronounced. Luna had been sitting cross-legged for nearly an hour; numb legs were perfectly normal.
"Looks like we can switch roles... Shall I treat you?"
After Wizet's Quidditch training, Luna would cast healing magic on him to ease the soreness caused by practice.
Seeing Luna nod, Wizet rolled over and stood up, picking up the photo album and placing it on the desk.
A rustling sound came from behind him. When he picked up his wand