By mid-December, the weather in the Scottish Highlands had settled down;
The sky was overcast most of the time, and today was no exception;
Only when the thick clouds churned with the wind could sunlight seize the chance to cast down a few warm golden rays.
Wizet and Luna did not return to the castle. Instead, they walked along the castle toward the rear.
Luna looked very focused. "Wizet, I think I saw quite a few Wrackspurts."
Wizet also looked very focused, absorbed in his own thoughts and not hearing her.
The fresh air carried a trace of chill. Whenever the gentle wind blew, pale gray clouds scattered snowflakes that looked like light feathers;
The sky was a vast, invisible stage, and the snowflakes danced upon it—at times weaving closely together, at times drifting leisurely past the castle and the Forbidden Forest.
Even the snowflakes were dancing. Faced with such an obvious hint, Wizet naturally understood. "It feels... like winter might be rather cold..."
Just like when he had rehearsed an entire class before, the words had reached his lips, only to somehow turn into something else.
"Yeah... it is rather cold..." Luna blinked. "Why don't we head back?"
A mischievous gleam shone in her eyes. "I think Jupiter is probably warming himself by the fire in the common room. It should be warmer there."
As she withdrew her hand and prepared to turn around, Wizet displayed the superb skill of a Chaser and caught her hand in his palm.
A clear curve appeared at the corner of Luna's lips. She curled her fingers into a fist, feeling the warmth of Wizet's palm.
"If we go back the way we came, it'll take a while..." Wizet suggested, looking into the distance. "Why don't we go back through the other gate?"