"That truly is an unwavering answer..." A faint smile appeared on Rowena Ravenclaw's face as she looked Wizet over. "You're still a student, aren't you?"
Wizet gave an affirmative reply. "Yes."
"Come over and sit while we talk!" Helga Hufflepuff called, sweeping a hand across the table. "This isn't some spot check of your studies. There's no need to be so stiff."
"That was an oversight on my part." Rowena Ravenclaw tapped the tabletop lightly with a finger, and a comfortable armchair immediately appeared.
"Thank you!" Wizet said politely. He pulled out the chair and sat opposite Rowena Ravenclaw and Helga Hufflepuff.
Helga Hufflepuff asked warmly, "Would you like something to drink? Ale? Wine? Or perhaps milk or floral tea?"
From Helga Hufflepuff's words, Wizet immediately realized something. "May I presumptuously ask... have you two Heads of House been asleep for a very long time?"
Helga Hufflepuff nodded. "Though I don't know what you're thinking, or why you would ask that, the answer is yes."
Rowena Ravenclaw seemed to realize something, and a trace of curiosity flashed in her eyes. "So drinks such as ale and wine are no longer popular among you?"
Wizet shook his head lightly. "They're still popular. It's just that students like me generally aren't allowed to drink alcohol."
"Ravenclaw students ought to be this perceptive." Rowena Ravenclaw looked pleased. "But I imagine you won't refuse floral tea."
"Of course! And you needn't worry about how old the tea is. This is our Hogwarts—there are some things we can obtain directly, so there's no need to preserve everything in storage."
Helga Hufflepuff closed her eyes, seemingly sensing something.
"I suddenly feel a little sad..." She let out a long sigh, her voice carrying a touch of melancholy. "I never expected so much time to have passed...