The little Thunderbird flew ahead while Wizet followed below, running against the flow of people toward the Ravenclaw common room.
Wizet looked into the distance and spotted Luna at the staircase landing at first glance...
What else he saw after that was no longer important. The people around him seemed to turn into flowing colors, rushing past him;
what truly appeared before his eyes was Luna, dressed in a dreamlike gown, like a spirit of the lake slowly walking toward him.
The gown was predominantly silver. The bodice resembled rolling waves, embroidered with exquisitely fine platinum-white lines. As Luna approached step by step, those lines seemed to shimmer like rippling water;
Night had already fallen. In the light of the wall torches, the gauze-and-silk fabric seemed to glow, like mist floating over a lake at sunrise, lending it a hazy lightness.
The skirt was made of lace and sheer gauze, with layers of lace and transparent fabric alternating in delicate, unostentatious folds;
as Luna moved, the hem undulated with her, like ripples spreading across a lake.
Luna wore a silver hairpin adorned with pearl-white shells, loosely gathering up her long hair;
as she walked toward Wizet, not only did her long hair sway with each step, but the earrings dangling with shells and fluorite also gently swung.
A group of roommates had returned with Wizet. Seeing Luna before them, they all cried out in surprise, "Merlin's beard!"
At the roommates' exclamations, quite a few people nearby turned around and immediately began whispering to one another, trying to determine who exactly the person before them was.
Luna ignored the astonished looks around her. Her eyes met Wizet's, one hand held behind her back as she walked step by step toward him.
"Do I look nice?" Her voice was soft, with a