Time was like the many magical paintings in the castle—it always changed when one least expected it.
Winter's chill had been driven away by the warmth of early spring, and the deepest snow had melted into dew on some morning.
The damp scent of earth mingled with the fragrance of grass, seeping through the castle's stone cracks and filling every corridor.
In the Ravenclaw common room, the afternoon sun streamed through the windows, casting warm patches of light.
As the clouds drifted outside, those patches of light slowly flowed along as well, climbing over the arms of chairs and onto open pages.
Wizet reclined in an armchair by the window, holding the latest issue of the Hogwarts Voice.
One of his shoulders felt slightly heavy, while the fresh fragrance of grass and trees lingered at the tip of his nose.
Luna was resting against his shoulder, her sleeping face peaceful and serene.
Her breathing was soft and even, her chest rising and falling faintly with each breath.
Her long hair cascaded like a waterfall over his arm and the armchair. A few playful strands stuck up and trembled lightly with her breathing, tickling Wizet's neck with a faint itch.
Wizet carefully shifted his posture, turning slightly so Luna could lean against him more comfortably.
The Hogwarts Voice in his hand silently floated into the air. Its pages turned by themselves without wind, flipping back one page as his gaze moved on.
The "seeds" he had sown through that open class had sprouted and grown with spring's arrival, in every corner of the castle, just as he had hoped.
In fact, before spring had arrived, Harry had published a magical paper in the Hogwarts Voice, explaining his understanding of "Expelliarmus."
In the paper, he described how he had used his belief