The more Wizet listened to that voice, the more familiar it sounded.
Following the voice, he looked into the distance and spotted a tall boy seated diagonally behind them.
The boy wore a black tank top. His expression was intensely focused, his eyes fixed firmly on the writing board before him.
His brows were furrowed tightly together. As he muttered under his breath, the tip of his pen moved rapidly across the board.
Seeing the boy's mannerisms, a name surfaced in Wizet's mind—Oliver Wood.
The stage play was still in its preparation phase, and even the lights around them had not yet dimmed.
Wizet led Luna a few steps forward and called out from the row in front of Oliver Wood, "Wood!"
Wood jerked his head up. The moment he saw Wizet, his eyes filled with undisguised astonishment. "Merlin's beard! Wizet!"
Clutching his writing board, he vaulted over the row of seats in front of him like a wildly charging Bludger and landed right beside Wizet.
"Wizet! Luna! It really is you two!" Grinning, he spread his arms and gave Wizet a solid bear hug.
After releasing Wizet, the corners of his eyes crinkled upward. Joy covered his face as he looked Wizet and Luna over once more.
When he noticed Wizet and Luna's fingers intertwined, Wood's smile turned teasing, carrying a suggestive undertone. "Did you come to France to go on a date with Luna?"
He patted Wizet on the arm, his tone lightly mocking. "And you chose an amusement park for the date? Not bad! That's pretty romantic!"
"Oliver!" A girl in a red camisole came over to Wood and gave Wizet and Luna a once-over as well. "Are these your friends?"
Her gaze settled on Wizet's face. "Hm? You're Wizet, the one Oliver talks about all the